The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 5

The night erased the last ray of sunset, and the night fell down slowly, like a velvet curtain in the theater.

Before the wedding banquet was over, Alicia was taken out of the hotel by Carlos. To be exact, she was dragged out.

"Where are you taking me?"

Standing by his car, she asked with a suspicious face.

"We are going home."

"But the guests haven't..."

She pointed to the hotel behind her and was interrupted by him before she could finish speaking, "Do you like to see their sympathetic faces here?"

Alicia was startled but said calmly, "I don't need anyone's sympathy for the choices I made myself."

"Since you married a man like me, you are destined to be sympathized with others."

Carlos hummed coldly, his sharp eyes were without a trace of pity, and it was as if he was taking pleasure out of other people's misfortune.

The car stopped at the front of the villa of the Noel-Baker family, and the door attendants on both sides slowly opened the carved iron gate. Alicia looked at the characters Cloud Mansion on the left side of the gate, and couldn't help but think of an old saying, "Once you enter the door of the rich and powerful, the outside world has nothing to do with you."

Although it was the first time for Alicia to get married, she has attended a number of weddings. She had never seen a couple leave before the wedding guests. She sighed, for the man she married was really one of its kind.

After they got into the villa's main hall, Carlos ignored Alicia completely, as if she was not even there. She would prove her existence despite him ignoring her.

Closely following his pace, she walked into their bedroom. The moment Alicia pushed opened the bedroom door, she was dumbfounded.

Was this a bedroom for a newlywed couple? This looked like a graveyard! Could anyone live here? This was where ghosts live! Looking around, there was no other color except black and white.

"Go to your room."

Carlos took off his suit sluggishly and threw it on the bed. His handsome facial features did not conceal his exhaustion.

Go back to her room?

Alicia thought about this sentence and asked with uncertainty, "Don't we live together?"

He glanced at her, walked up to her with his arms around his chest, and asked in a teasing manner, 'If I shared a room with every wife of mine, how many women would sleep in this bed?"