The president's seventh bride

Chapter 35: Sharp-tongued Man

Mrs. Sara, whose real name was Sara Morris, was also from a noble family. Evan was the child of

Sara's elder brother. Among many brothers and sisters, Sara had the deepest feelings with her elder

brother, and naturally loved this nephew especially. But when her nephew ruined her son's happiness,

as an aunt and a mother, Sara was in a difficult situation and painful mood that others could not

understand.

"So, Carlos's frequent marriage and divorce, all things actually because he treats marriage as merely

playing games. He is in revenge for the woman who abandoned him."

"Yes, Dulcie and Evan's betrayal caused Carlos a serious psychological blow. Since then, he had a

disease called PTSD, which was commonly known as post-traumatic stress syndrome. For a long time,

he lived very hard. As his family, we were as hard. He gave up on himself and couldn't sleep all night.

When he closed his eyes, he would see his beloved woman leaving him."

"Didn't you take him to see a doctor?"

Alicia's eyes grew wet, and she suddenly realized what an unforgivable mistake she had made.

"This is a psychological disease. Edward has hired the best psychiatrist from abroad. Carlos has rarely

been out of control in the past two years. We all thought that he had recovered, but I didn't expect this

would attack again."

Mrs. Sara choked up when she spoke. Parents are not easy to be. Watching her son never get out of

the shadow of the past, how can Sara not feel heartache as a mother?

"Mom, I'm sorry..."

Alicia bowed her head with guilt, "It's all my fault. I said something I shouldn't have said, so he would..."

"What did you say?"

Alicia truthfully told Sara what happened. After listening to Alicia, Sara did not blame her. Instead, she

comforted her and said, "It doesn't matter. Don't blame yourself, It's our fault. We shouldn't hide you

from the beginning. You are a good girl. If you know that he has been hurt like that, I believe you will

never say something like that."

The two chatted for a long time before returning to their rooms. Although Alicia was exhausted, she

was awake. She went straight to Carlos' bedside and studied his face in sleep. It was hard to imagine

that a proud man like him had such a humble past.

Alicia sat next to him and apologized again, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you had been betrayed by your

beloved woman. So I misinterpreted you, thinking that your words of 'the same kind of women' referred

to my mother. How could I be so bad? How can I say that kind of words to you after you've been hurt

so deeply?"

Alicia's guilty was not easy to disappear. She slowly reached out and caressed Carlos' forehead, which

was wet because of sweats. She got up and went to the bathroom to twist a dry towel, and gently and

carefully wiped the residual sweat for him.

This night was destined to be hard, at least for Alicia. She fell into endless hesitation, knowing Carlos'

inner trauma. She began to ponder whether it was too cruel for this man to use him to revenge.

Her consciousness gradually blurred and at the moment of closing her eyes, Alicia thought of the only

way to avoid him from being hurt again was preventing him from falling in love with her. As long as

there was no love, no matter how disappointed he was, his heart won't ache.

Before dawn, Carlos woke up from his dream. He hadn't slept better last night that he forgot what

happened before falling asleep.

He thought that he must have drunken a lot of wine when he was socializing last night. And that's why

his head still hurt. He sat up and wanted to get out of bed and get some water to drink.

When he moved his body, he felt as if there was something pressing on him. He shook his head and

tried to wake himself up. When he looked at it, he found that arrogant woman was sleeping in his bed.

"Hey, wake up, wake up."

Carlos pushed her up without gentleness, and asked angrily, "How did you sleep here? Don't tell me

that you're a sleepwalker!"

Alicia looked at him in a panic and thought of what happened last night. Then she replied gently, "I

accidentally slept here."

Oh, He had never seen such a lame reason. Carlos snorted mockingly, "You accidentally slept in my

bed today, then it is also possible that you accidentally slept in another man's bed tomorrow?"

If it wasn't for a bruise left on her wrist, Alicia would have thought that last night was just a dream, and

the man in front of her was nowhere like someone with PTSD symptoms. He was so sharp-tongued

that every word he said was meant to humiliate people to death.

"Are you all right?" Alicia asked inquiringly.

"Of course, what can happen to me?"

Carlos raised his eyebrow, forgetting that his disease relapsed last night at all.

"Don't you really remember it at all?"

Alicia gently reminded, "Last night, you couldn't control yourself."

"Did I do to you last night?"

Knowing that he misunderstood, Alicia shook her head and denied, "It's not what you think. It's..."

"As long as it's not what I refer to, nothing else matters."

Carlos threw back the quilt and got out of bed. He went to the wardrobe and ordered, "Go out. I want to

change clothes."

"I know everything."

After some weighing, Alicia decided to confess to him.

"Know what?"

"Your past."

For a whole minute, Carlos stood there still, like a soulless doll. He couldn't say out a complete

sentence.

"Very good, then you can file a divorce lawsuit with the court. And you can get a considerable

compensation, and leave me fair and square."

"I won't leave, even if you are the devil."

Alicia's words came from the heart and had nothing to do with her own interest. At this time, even if

there was no love, he should not accept a woman leaving him right now.

Because that would remind him of the departure of another woman.

Sara said that among the seven wives, and she was the first to make him lose control.

"Now that you know all about it, aren't you afraid that I can't control myself to kill you one day?"

Carlos suddenly turned around and grabbed her right wrist, "If you insist on staying, it would not be

such a small bruise anymore."

"It doesn't matter. I don't mind. Besides, you won't necessarily hurt me. You have been forcing me to

stay away from you last night. This shows that subconsciously, you don't want to hurt anyone."

There was a kind of person who wanted to hide himself even if he was seen through his mind.

Carlos was such a person. He growled angrily at Alicia, "Don't waste your sympathy on me. I don't

need it!"

"Yes, I am wasting my sympathy, but I sympathize with your encounters, not you."

"It's all the same. No matter what you sympathize with, I have made it clear that I don't need it. Now

tide up your things and leave here. I will ask someone to send the divorce agreement to your home."

Alicia looked up in shock, "Is it necessary to be so serious? I didn't do anything wrong. I just

accidentally knew your past."

"This is enough. I don't want to live with someone who knows that I have been abandoned by a woman

and pity me."

When Carlos said this sentence, his expression was so sad. In the eyes of Alicia, this scene turned out

to be inexplicable heartache.

Carlos walked to the bathroom in upset, and Alicia suddenly stepped forward, hugged him from behind,

and said patiently, "Maybe you feel yourself abnormal. But compared with you with PTSD, I am also not

much better because I have claustrophobia."

Carlos suddenly stopped, and Alicia could feel the stiffness of his body. The two of them fell into a

speechless situation for a while. After a long time, Alicia took the lead in breaking the silence, "What I

said is true. It is not a lie to comfort you or make you comfortable. I do suffer from claustrophobia,

afraid of being locked in a dark environment. I am afraid of the helplessness that no one would come to

me no matter how I cry. What position do I have to sympathize with you? So Carlos, please believe that

we are the same."

Carlos took away her hand around his waist. Without asking further about why she suffered from

claustrophobia, he just silently went into the bathroom.

Alicia had been waiting outside the door. When Carlos came out, he looked at her and said, "You have

the right to make any choice, but no one will be responsible for the choice you make." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The implication was that she could choose to stay, but whether the choice would do her good or bad

after staying had nothing to do with anyone.

At breakfast time, the atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely serious, and no one spoke. What

happened last night was seemingly forgotten at this moment.

Carlos only ate a little, and he excused himself by that the company had an early meeting and he

needed to leave early. When he left, his family had no appetite to continue the breakfast. Sara told the

servant to take away the dinner plates and said to Alicia, "Alicia, come and talk with me."

Alicia followed Mrs. Sara to sit down on the sofa of the living room, and her sister-in-law, Aurora, also

followed them.

"You know all about my son's situation. You must have thought about it for a long time last night. Tell

me, what are you going to do?"

Alicia knew Sara's worries well and answered with certainty, "I will not leave him."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Even if he hurts you and ignores you, won't you leave?"

"Yes, I won't leave."

Sara breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Can you promise me one more thing?"

"What is it?"

"Give birth to a child of Carlos. Babies are the bond that maintain the integrity of a family. As long as

you have a baby, even if he can't get away from emotional trauma for the time being, one day, his heart

will definitely open for you. "

"Well..." Alicia fell into a dilemma.

"Is it difficult?"

Sara was quite disappointed.

Aurora, who had been silent, spoke. She said what's in her mind directly, "Mom, you are simply

thrusting your opinions down Alicia's throat. It is not a matter she could do alone. It is good enough for

Alicia to promise not to leave my brother. But you now ask her to get pregnant as soon as possible. Do

you mean that she could force my brother to do it?"