The president's seventh bride

Chapter 16: Loose Woman

Mia angrily went to Holly and shouted hysterically, "Are you my mother?"

Holly was shocked by her nonsense and quickly covered her mouth for fear of being heard by Carlos in

the living room. She frowned and scolded, "Are you crazy? Am I a mean stepmother?"

"To me, you are. Dad intended to marry me to the Noel-Baker family. But for your interference, how

could that vamp get the opportunity to show off in my face now?"

Mia was increasingly angry and almost stamped the high heel off her shoes, "She is out of the woods

now and even dare to humiliate me!”

"What? She humiliated you? How did that happen?"

With her hands on the waist, Holly fully unmasked her fierce side.

"She said Carlos would never even look at women like me!!" Holly whined.

"This coquettish vamp with only a pretty face actually dares to provoke me. Let's see how I'll fix her

when she's divorced."

"Divorced?! Are you blind to how she is prized by Carlos? She does way better than her mother. You

gave her my happiness. I hate you!!”

Alicia growled and ran away in tears.

Holly stayed put for a long time, deeply depressed by Carlos's attitude towards Alicia, not to mention

that her baby girl turned out to take a fancy to Carlos. Her intention was to degrade and push the thorn © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

in her side to sufferings, not a better life!

Is there anything more depressing in the world? Not only Mia, but she also hates herself a little bit.

All the hatred and regrets can only be temporarily pressed deep down the heart, however, for Carlos is

not who they can offend, and the Joliot-Curie family's business is bound to flourish in the future if a

good relationship is maintained with the Noel-Baker family.

When lunch was ready, Carlos sat in a position for distinguished guests, Alicia beside him and Mia

opposite Alicia, with exquisite dishes served by the servants, and Colton took out two bottles of wine in

his collection and said, "Feel free to drink, Carlos."

Carlos can drink a lot and didn't even frown after cups of liquor over 60% alcoholic strength. He even

remained sober-minded and took food Alicia, "Your favorite—have more."

Alicia was surprised, and looking at the braised crab meat placed by Carlos, a big question mark

popped out in her mind. How did he know she like this?

They didn't seem to be so familiar to know each other's preferences, and Carlos was not the kind of

man to observe women's preferences...

She was confused, and Carlos continued to drink. When she came back to earth, she realized that

Carlos has drunk enough.

"Don't drink too much. We have to drive home."

Like all loving couples, she grabbed his cup and fetched him boiled water with concern.

While she sat down, she can feel the extreme hatred seemingly wanting to cut her to pieces in the

opposite eyes without looking up.

Alicia struggled badly when she buried herself in rice and then a slice of crab meat appeared in her

bowl. "Does Carlos have schizophrenia, or how could he be sometimes too good and sometimes too

bad?"

Perhaps her entangled thoughts were perceived that Carlos suddenly leaned over and whispered in

her ear vaguely, "Don't worry about how I know your food preferences. In a word, what you like is

exactly what I hate. That's it."

The implication was that he hated what she likes, so he knew it clearly she would like it.