The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 21

Alicia was sorting out the books brought back from the Joliot-Curie family in her room, and the sliding door behind her was opened violently.

Carlos rushed forward, grabbed her arm and asked angrily, "Don't you have backbone? Why did you come back?"

She was stunned and replied indifferently, "I just don't want to come back by taking your car, but I didn't say that I will never come back."

"Do you think I will keep a wife who likes playing a disappearance game?"

"If you wouldn't, would you want to divorce me?"

"Well, can't I?"

Alicia nodded fearlessly as if she had tremendous bravery, "Yes, of course, you can't divorce me."

Carlos sneered, "Did I break the law to divorce you?"

"No, but..." she paused, "I may not be able to control my mouth."

"What do you mean?"

Alicia didn't answer, but her eyes slowly fixed on Carlos' private parts. Carlos immediately understood and his face darkened, "If you dare talk nonsense, I will make you miserable!"

"As long as I am still your wife, I won't say anything I shouldn't say. So, for your decency's sake, don't think about divorcing me."

"Do you want to be my wife so much?" Carlos nodded, "OK, I won't divorce you. Instead, I will torture you slowly. What I am best at is to make women shrink back from difficulties."

After that, he sneered and walked out of her room, then shut the door as rudely as he opened it.

In the living room below, the servants had prepared dinner. It was three hours later than usual. Carlos pulled out his chair and sat down. Mrs. Sara glared at her son and ordered the servant next to her, "Go and call Mrs. Alicia down to eat."