All Out Of Love novel Chapter 89

At the door of the ward, Carlos, dressed in black, with black hair and black eyes, was as cold as the wind in December, making people dare not approach him easily.

At this moment, even the fascinating woman's face turned as dark as the under pot, which was even more frightening.

Carlos also carried a lunch box in his hand, and glanced at Ron coldly. Then he looked straight at the little woman sitting at the head of the bed with eight treasure porridge in her hands. He was coming over to him with his long legs and two steps.

He stood on the side of the bed, straight forward to separate the two of them, as if he didn't see Ron at all.

The lunch box was heavily placed on the low cabinet, making a dull sound.

She stretched her long arm and took the bowl from Celia.

Celia Ling had a good meal just now. She held her hand nervously and was reluctant to eat the delicious porridge.

Carlos' face darkened. He squinted his cold eyes. Celia felt a knife coldly staring at the back of her hand. She was frightened and immediately loosened her grip.

He grabbed the bowl from Celia's hand and walked to the trash can. He threw the bowl, together with the porridge, into the trash can in front of Celia and Ron.

"……"

Ron had stood up. Looking at Celia, he said softly, "Celia, please take good care of yourself. I'm leaving now."

Then he turned around and was about to leave.

But Carlos stopped him on the other side of the road. His cold voice was very clear in the quiet ward.

"Manager Mo, if you are so free, you'd better take good care of your wife and son and the company!"

Embarrassed and stiff, Ron nodded at Carlos and left silently.

After Ron left, there were only Carlos and Celia left in the large ward, staring at each other helplessly.

Carlos glared at each other for a while. Then he groaned and walked up to Celia. He opened the lunch box, took out the dishes on it and then took out the bowls with the lowest rank.

Stirring the noodles with a spoon, he scooped up a mouthful of soup and sent it to her mouth. "Eat it," he said coldly

Celia Ling looked at the rice porridge in the spoon and pursed her lips unpleasantly.

The sight of the porridge made her want to throw up?

"Eat it!" He gnashed his teeth and ordered.

"No way!" Such a bad attitude also made Celia uncomfortable. She turned her head.

"What? Would you like some eight treasure porridge? " Carlos asked, raising his voice.

She muttered, thinking of the eight treasure porridge she had just eaten, and answered sulkily, "eight treasure porridge is better than the white porridge."

"It's just you, a stupid and brainless woman, will like the kind of thing that has no merits but sweetness!"

Carlos' voice was as cold as ice. He just scolded Celia in a daze.

Celia didn't come to herself for a long time.

"Carlos! I'm not stupid! "

Did he lose his mind again? 'we haven't seen each other for only one day and you are swearing at me so strange!

As she said, eight treasure porridge is more delicious than white porridge? How could he be irritated?

Carlos snorted again. "The stupid one knows it."! ! !

"Carlos, are you crazy? Do you want to have a fight with me? If you don't want to see me, I will go to sleep with your wife and children! Leave me alone! "

Having been angry for the whole day and feeling depressed, she finally broke out after being provoked by Carlos.

She used to speak loudly and forcefully, but in the end, her voice was filled with grievance.

Carlos' face had been darkened all the time. He gazed deeply at the little girl's wronged face and slightly moved his eyes. He asked somewhat hesitantly, "Celia, are you... Are you jealous? "

The words of Carlos made Celia want to give full vent to her emotions. She raised her head and saw the man's inquiring dark eyes. There were flickering lights in them. She wanted to turn away.

But Carlos grabbed her chin with his long fingers and forced her to look at him.

"You are jealous!"