The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 35

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."