All Out Of Love novel Chapter 22

The sun was shining brightly. At this moment, Celia was enjoying her rare free time.

Carlos stood behind her and stared at her for a while with his face gloomy. He stubbed out the cigarette and strode towards her.

Celia's shoulder was held tightly by Carlos. She even didn't have time to give any response because a sudden pain came from her wrist.

Carlos held her back and pushed her against a tree.

She was shocked and wanted to resist instinctively. But her chin had been clenched by his long fingers and pulled up, forcing her to look at him.

Celia frowned. She was a little scared by the gloomy light in the man's eyes. It seemed that she got hurt next second.

"Carlos."

Her voice was cold. "Are you ..."

Before she could speak out the word "Crazy", her breath was taken away violently.

"Well..."

Things happened so sudden that Celia even forgot to struggle. It was so quiet here. The kiss from the man was more intense and aggressive than ever.

The aggressive kiss made Celia's mind a total mess. She could not get out of the situation at all.

He was fine just now, wasn't he? Why was he mad now?

But as time went by, the feeling of burning almost made her suffocate. She had no time to think of anything else. Holding his sleeve tightly, she was overwhelmed and fragile.

Suddenly, a cry of pain came from her lips.

It turned out that her shoes stepped into the groove of the stone bricks. In addition, her foot was still unhealed. Carlos was too brute to bear the sudden pain.

Her voice finally succeeded in evoking the man's reason.

When he saw the state of her feet with concern, he picked her up and put her on the rattan chair not far away.

Carlos squatted on one knee and grabbed her leg to check it carefully.

"I'm sorry."

For the first time, his eyes flashed a trace of regret.

Celia froze, as if she hadn't come to herself from the dramatic changes.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Without waiting for her answer, he grabbed her wrist and intended to put it around his neck.

"No, thanks."

She shook off his hand and replied coldly. Although she was pale, she tried to control her anger.

At this moment, Celia came to herself.

However, Carlos' face changed inexplicably. His voice was soft, and his face was still full of worry.

"But your feet are always like this. They will heal very slowly. There may be some permanent diseases left on your feet."

Celia stared at the man in front of her blankly. His facial expression changed so fast as if he had turned a book. She had once wondered if he was suffering from schizophrenia!

But how could she know that he just wanted to confirm that she was the one in his heart!

When kissing her, he seemed to have faith again when he felt the familiar feeling.

Looking at her slightly swollen lips, he lowered his voice and said ambiguously.

"To be honest, Celia, your kissing skills were so bad. You should practice more in the future."

Celia's heart was still burning. She tried to kick Carlos when she heard his words. However, she forgot that it was her injured foot.

"Kick me until your foo is fully recovered!"

He gripped her leg and smiled.

"What... What are you doing?"

Not far away, a middle-aged man with a German huntaway was standing there. He seemed to be in a trance.