The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 47

It didn't matter that he didn't want to win. But he’d better not to lose deliberately.

Alicia randomly drew a magazine from the shelf. Then she sat on the sofa in the corner and read the magazine quietly.

In such a noisy environment, facing a group of slutty men and women, it was indeed a little weird that she was reading. Perhaps it was her unique temperament that attracted men whose eyes still lingered on her even if they had some hot girls accompanied.

Men were always like this. Even though they had girls, they still wanted to hit on other girls. They would think that others’ stuffs were the best.

"Mr. Carlos, you’re so unlucky today..."

"Mr. Carlos, you have lost again..."

"It seems that Miss Alicia has to stay here tonight."

Alicia didn’t look away from the magazine. But she heard their talking clearly. She laughed at herself with self-deprecating. It was really helpless life. The result was always developing in the direction she didn't wish.

She knew it very clear that Carlos did it intentionally. He intentionally left her to be ruined by these ill-intentioned guys.

Alicia took the phone out of her pocket and texted a message to Carlos, "Do you like the feeling of failure?"

"I don't like the feeling of failure, but if my failure will make you upset, I will feel very satisfied."

"What is the purpose of losing deliberately? Is it just to embarrass me?"

"Not only to embarrass you, but also to cut your down to size, to blow your self-esteem, and to challenge your bottom line."

What a vicious man! Alicia's eyes swept at him sharply which were like two sharp knives, wishing to stab two holes in him.

"Haven’t you seriously stated that women can't cheat on you, so what are you doing right now? Just slap in your face?"

"So for your innocence and my reputation, you should go instead of sitting here."

She texted messages and he replied. Neither of them had concessions.

The radical method was not useful for everyone. At least for Alicia, it was useless.

She picked up the magazine again and read it carefully.

Seeing that she stopped texting messages, Carlos took the initiative to text a message to her.

"Perhaps, I have made you too lonely. In your own heart, you hope to have this opportunity to satisfy your empty body."

When Alicia saw this message, she was so furious. This bastard! If he couldn’t take advantage of her, he would feel so uncomfortable. She really hoped that someday his tongue would get rotten.

"Watch your mouth, bastard!"

She gritted her teeth and texted back.

Seeing that Carlos kept texting messages, Otto Griffiths was very dissatisfied. He accused Carlos, "Just give a phone call if you have something to say. Don’t you feel boring to text messages? So sissy."

Morgan Pearson immediately echoed, "Yes. Mr. Carlos, you weren’t like this before. Could it be that you have recently have a secret lover? But you don’t dare to be too brazen just because Miss Alicia is here?"

"Don’t make fun of Mr. Carlos. See, Miss Alicia doesn’t look well."

Not only was Carlos a bastard. His friends were also bastard. They just knew to tease her.

The gambling ended in a clamor. As expected, Carlos was the biggest loser.

"Mr. Carlos, now the outcome of the game is a foregone conclusion. I don't know..."

Oskar Holland asked inquiringly, because they were still not sure if he was serious.

"I’ve nerve broken my words. She stays. As for who can own her, you can discuss yourselves. I have to go."

Carlos picked up the coat on the sofa and walked out of the private room.

"Pay for the bill by the way."

Otto shouted at his back.

But Carlos happily made an OK gesture, "No problem. Wish you all a good time."

Before he crossed the threshold, he finally glanced at Alicia in the corner. But except for gloating, there was no slightest pity on his face.

The neon lights outside shined wanton. He walked towards his car decadently. Although he got rid of the person he wanted to get rid of, he didn't feel much better. A certain part of his body was very painful. It was like that his old wound was torn up again.

After three years, what frustrated him the most was not that woman's betrayal, but that woman was still important in his heart.

He opened the car door and sat in, pinching his eyebrows tiredly. Just when he was about to start the engine and went away, he inadvertently saw an incredible scene in the rearview mirror of the car window.

After taking a shower, Carlos lay down on the bed. He tossed and turned but he still couldn't fall asleep. He irritably opened the drawer of the bedside table to find a box of sleeping pills from it. Then he poured a few pills into his mouth.

He never worried about whether too many doses would threaten his life, because sleeping pills were already familiar to him which was like his closest friend. Since Dulcie left, the closest friend had accompanied him through countless long nights.

As time passed, he still couldn't fall asleep. Perhaps he hadn't been in contact with this friend for a long time. They became a little stranger, so this friend didn't work for a while.

Carlos closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself not to think about anything, not to think about Dulcie, not about her betrayal, not about everything about this woman.

But when a person was awake, it was impossible to keep his mind blank. When he tried his best not to think of one person, another person would pop into his mind, provided that the person was more or less important to him.

At this moment, Carlos was thinking about Alicia. If he didn't want to think of Dulcie, then he didn't want to think of Alicia even more, because he liked the former at least. For the latter, he hated more.

What was more annoying than this? The people he liked and the people he hated appeared in his mind. He wanted to drive them all away, but he couldn't.

In such a boring waiting, the effect of the medicine came into play. He felt a deep sleepiness. With the sleepiness, his consciousness deepened and became more and more blurred until finally he entered a state of sleep.

"Don't sympathize with me. I don't need it!"

"Yes, I sympathize with you. But what I sympathize with is only your experience, not you."

Sure enough, people would dream about what they had thought about in the day. He had been thinking about how to get rid of this woman all the night. Now even in his dream, he dreamed of quarreling with this woman.

"I don't want to live with someone who knows that I was abandoned by a woman and feels sorry for me."

"Maybe you think you are abnormal, but compared to you with PTSD, I don’t live well either. Because I have claustrophobia."

Claustrophobia? Claustrophobia!

Carlos was awakened from his dream. He had forgotten that the woman had claustrophobia. Damn it!

He jumped off the bed annoyedly and rushed out of the room before he even had time to put on the jacket...

On a white cloud that was blowing in the wind, countless elves surrounded her. There was no coldness here, only warmth here. Maybe this was the legendary dream heaven. So, was there her mother here?

Alicia thought she was dead. Until a strange calling came from a distant place, she opened her feeble eyes and saw a ruthless face, only to realize that she was just dying, not really dead.

Yes, how could she be defeated so easily?