"Celia, please give me a kiss if you want to know."
Looking at the man's shameless face, Celia couldn't help frowning.
Was he really in his late 30s? He was only three years old, so childish.
Looking at her silence, Carlos thought about it for a while and said.
"If Celia is embarrassed, I can give you a kiss."
"Bastard." She glanced at him.
The man wasn't annoyed at all. He narrowed his eyes. "Flirting with my wife is called flirting, and flirting with other women except my wife is a real flirt."
Celia could not believe what she had heard
This man behaved like a hooligan and even argued with her.
Carlos didn't want to continue this topic with him, but she didn't hear the answer she wanted, so she couldn't help but feel stuffy in her voice. "I'm hungry."
The smile in Carlos' eyes did not disappear. To her surprise, Carlos did not continue to flirt with her. She just took a spoon to feed her porridge.
Well, she already knew that she was jealous, which meant that she began to care about him.
But he couldn't push her too hard.
This little woman had been testing and advancing, afraid of being a trap or two steps backwards. However, now this kind of progress was congratulated.
He couldn't push her too hard, or he would frighten her.
She seemed to get used to Carlos' feeding. Her hands were totally fine, and she could sit as usual. However, Celia still opened her mouth and spoke like a baby.
When Carlos finished feeding himself the congee, his phone rang.
He put down the bowl and took out his phone. He frowned slightly when he saw the name on the screen.
Celia subconsciously raised her head to take a quick glance at the name on the screen of her cellphone. It was a contact from Ashley.
Thinking of the early morning when "the three of them" left together, Celia suddenly had mixed feelings.
Instead of avoiding her, Carlos picked up the phone.
"What is it?"
"Carlos, Sven wants to leave the hospital now. I have asked the doctor to check on him. He said he was fine."
"Okay, I'll let Boris go through the formalities."
"No, I'll do it."
"It doesn't matter. I have something else to deal with."
Hearing Carlos' words, Ashley hesitated for a moment and asked, "Carlos, then... Will he be back tonight? "
Carlos said in a cold voice, "let's talk about it later."
After a short moment of silence, Ashley uttered a "Okay" sadly and hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Carlos immediately called Boris.
In less than ten minutes, Boris had arrived.
"Boss."
"You should go through the discharging formalities of Sven and the transferring formalities of my ladyship."
"Yes, sir!" Receiving his order, Boris immediately left without hesitation.
Hearing that, Celia was confused. "Why should I be transferred?"
Carlos' dark eyes twinkled. "I don't like the environment here.
"
Celia could not believe what she had heard
'seems like a good place, '?
It was obvious that the man was perfunctory to her!
But when she saw the expression of bitterness on his face, she thought it over and understood.
"Is it because of Ron?" She asked.
Carlos' face darkened as he said seriously.
Celia was struck dumb for a moment. Then she curled her lips and said, "I've gotten used to the address."
"Don't you need to be transferred? I'll be discharged from the hospital in two days at most. What's the trouble? "
"No way."
Thinking of the moment when he came in, she smiled at him sweetly. How Carlos wished he could transfer her to America right now!
I promise I won't see him again and won't talk to him any more. It's so troublesome to transfer her to another hospital now that she has almost left the hospital! "
Carlos looked sideways at her and said, "I can promise you, unless..."
He paused and Celia looked at him sideways. "Unless what?"
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