The president's seventh bride

Chapter 47: Holy Shit

It didn't matter that he didn't want to win. But he’d better not to lose deliberately.

Alicia randomly drew a magazine from the shelf. Then she sat on the sofa in the corner and read the

magazine quietly.

In such a noisy environment, facing a group of slutty men and women, it was indeed a little weird that

she was reading. Perhaps it was her unique temperament that attracted men whose eyes still lingered

on her even if they had some hot girls accompanied.

Men were always like this. Even though they had girls, they still wanted to hit on other girls. They would

think that others’ stuffs were the best.

"Mr. Carlos, you’re so unlucky today..."

"Mr. Carlos, you have lost again..."

"It seems that Miss Alicia has to stay here tonight."

Alicia didn’t look away from the magazine. But she heard their talking clearly. She laughed at herself

with self-deprecating. It was really helpless life. The result was always developing in the direction she

didn't wish.

She knew it very clear that Carlos did it intentionally. He intentionally left her to be ruined by these ill-

intentioned guys.

Alicia took the phone out of her pocket and texted a message to Carlos, "Do you like the feeling of

failure?"

"I don't like the feeling of failure, but if my failure will make you upset, I will feel very satisfied."

"What is the purpose of losing deliberately? Is it just to embarrass me?"

"Not only to embarrass you, but also to cut your down to size, to blow your self-esteem, and to

challenge your bottom line."

What a vicious man! Alicia's eyes swept at him sharply which were like two sharp knives, wishing to

stab two holes in him.

"Haven’t you seriously stated that women can't cheat on you, so what are you doing right now? Just

slap in your face?"

"So for your innocence and my reputation, you should go instead of sitting here."

She texted messages and he replied. Neither of them had concessions.

The radical method was not useful for everyone. At least for Alicia, it was useless.

She picked up the magazine again and read it carefully.

Seeing that she stopped texting messages, Carlos took the initiative to text a message to her.

"Perhaps, I have made you too lonely. In your own heart, you hope to have this opportunity to satisfy

your empty body."

When Alicia saw this message, she was so furious. This bastard! If he couldn’t take advantage of her,

he would feel so uncomfortable. She really hoped that someday his tongue would get rotten.

"Watch your mouth, bastard!"

She gritted her teeth and texted back.

Seeing that Carlos kept texting messages, Otto Griffiths was very dissatisfied. He accused Carlos,

"Just give a phone call if you have something to say. Don’t you feel boring to text messages? So sissy."

Morgan Pearson immediately echoed, "Yes. Mr. Carlos, you weren’t like this before. Could it be that

you have recently have a secret lover? But you don’t dare to be too brazen just because Miss Alicia is

here?"

"Don’t make fun of Mr. Carlos. See, Miss Alicia doesn’t look well." Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Not only was Carlos a bastard. His friends were also bastard. They just knew to tease her.

The gambling ended in a clamor. As expected, Carlos was the biggest loser.

"Mr. Carlos, now the outcome of the game is a foregone conclusion. I don't know..."

Oskar Holland asked inquiringly, because they were still not sure if he was serious.

"I’ve nerve broken my words. She stays. As for who can own her, you can discuss yourselves. I have to

go."

Carlos picked up the coat on the sofa and walked out of the private room.

"Pay for the bill by the way."

Otto shouted at his back.

But Carlos happily made an OK gesture, "No problem. Wish you all a good time."

Before he crossed the threshold, he finally glanced at Alicia in the corner. But except for gloating, there

was no slightest pity on his face.

The neon lights outside shined wanton. He walked towards his car decadently. Although he got rid of

the person he wanted to get rid of, he didn't feel much better. A certain part of his body was very

painful. It was like that his old wound was torn up again.

After three years, what frustrated him the most was not that woman's betrayal, but that woman was still

important in his heart.

He opened the car door and sat in, pinching his eyebrows tiredly. Just when he was about to start the

engine and went away, he inadvertently saw an incredible scene in the rearview mirror of the car

window.

The woman who had just been left behind by him stepped on the colorful shadows to walk towards his

car step by step. The expression on her face was calm. He hated her calmness the most. So he got out

of the car angrily.

"How did you come out?"

"I walked out."

"I was asking why would they let you out?"

"I just told them that they shouldn’t covet friends’ wives. You are deliberately testing them whether they

treat you as a friend, so they let me leave."

Carlos sneered. He was so speechless. After a while, he said, "Alicia, you are really smart enough!"

It was not easy for him to get rid of her. He was entangled by her again before he drove away. His

anger could be imagined. He roared angrily, "Warning you for the last time. Don't follow me."

Carlos didn't expect that his roaring could shock her. If he could get rid of her easily, she would not be

Alicia.

In fact, it was true. As soon as he got in the car, Alicia got in the car too.

"Did anyone tell you that you’re really annoying?"

"Yes. Aren't you telling me now?"

" I think no one will really love a woman like you."

"It's okay. I have never expected to be truly loved."

With a squeak, the car rushed into the rolling traffic like a wild horse. What could he say? He was so

speechless. Facing a woman who was not afraid of being hated and who didn't mind that nobody loved

her, what else could he say?

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Cloud Mansion which located in a prime location was in a quiet state.

There was no light in the huge villa. Everyone was asleep. Only the street lamps on both sides of the

roads gave out soft light, embellishing the beauty of the night.

After parking the car, Carlos suddenly said to the woman beside him, "I get off first, and then you get

off."

It was a very gentle tone, but it made Alicia feel chilling. Alicia was stunned for a short while. Then with

a bang sound, the car door closed. She panicked. Because she found that she couldn't get out of the

car. He even locked the car.

An inexplicable fear spread to the tip of her heart. She desperately punched the window of the car, but

the sound insulation of the glass was so good that no matter how she shouted hoarsely, people outside

could not hear her.

Not hearing her voice did not mean that he couldn’t see her expression. Carlos clearly saw her panic,

but he turned around and resolutely left...

Alicia watched Carlos disappear from her sight. The feeling of powerlessness made her frustrated. Until

the last moment, he refused to give her even a trace of pity.

Breathing began to become difficult. Cold sweat slipped from her cheeks. Some unpleasant memories

were like a flood that broke down the gate and went out of control. She was locked in the room. She

kept calling for help, but no one went to save her. The boundless darkness enveloped her, tearing her

heart. She cried desperately, shouted desperately, but in the end, she still lost the person she

desperately wanted to protect.

After taking a shower, Carlos lay down on the bed. He tossed and turned but he still couldn't fall asleep.

He irritably opened the drawer of the bedside table to find a box of sleeping pills from it. Then he

poured a few pills into his mouth.

He never worried about whether too many doses would threaten his life, because sleeping pills were

already familiar to him which was like his closest friend. Since Dulcie left, the closest friend had

accompanied him through countless long nights.

As time passed, he still couldn't fall asleep. Perhaps he hadn't been in contact with this friend for a long

time. They became a little stranger, so this friend didn't work for a while.

Carlos closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself not to think about anything, not to think about Dulcie, not

about her betrayal, not about everything about this woman.

But when a person was awake, it was impossible to keep his mind blank. When he tried his best not to

think of one person, another person would pop into his mind, provided that the person was more or less

important to him.

At this moment, Carlos was thinking about Alicia. If he didn't want to think of Dulcie, then he didn't want

to think of Alicia even more, because he liked the former at least. For the latter, he hated more.

What was more annoying than this? The people he liked and the people he hated appeared in his

mind. He wanted to drive them all away, but he couldn't.

In such a boring waiting, the effect of the medicine came into play. He felt a deep sleepiness. With the

sleepiness, his consciousness deepened and became more and more blurred until finally he entered a

state of sleep.

"Don't sympathize with me. I don't need it!"

"Yes, I sympathize with you. But what I sympathize with is only your experience, not you."

Sure enough, people would dream about what they had thought about in the day. He had been thinking

about how to get rid of this woman all the night. Now even in his dream, he dreamed of quarreling with

this woman.

"I don't want to live with someone who knows that I was abandoned by a woman and feels sorry for

me."

"Maybe you think you are abnormal, but compared to you with PTSD, I don’t live well either. Because I

have claustrophobia."

Claustrophobia? Claustrophobia!

Carlos was awakened from his dream. He had forgotten that the woman had claustrophobia. Damn it!

He jumped off the bed annoyedly and rushed out of the room before he even had time to put on the

jacket...

On a white cloud that was blowing in the wind, countless elves surrounded her. There was no coldness

here, only warmth here. Maybe this was the legendary dream heaven. So, was there her mother here?

Alicia thought she was dead. Until a strange calling came from a distant place, she opened her feeble

eyes and saw a ruthless face, only to realize that she was just dying, not really dead.

Yes, how could she be defeated so easily?