The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 58

Carlos saw her fear. Suddenly he held her into his arms, let her face tightly press against his chest, and gently appeased, “Don't worry, relax, relax..."

Alicia closed her eyes and listened to the beating of his heart. The panic subsided a little, but the cold sweat kept trickling out. "I feel like I'm dying."

"Nonsense, just hold on a little longer."

As soon as Carlos 's words were finished, the elevator stopped. Alicia rushed out, feeling dry retching. That kind of discomfort was really indescribable, and people who had not experienced it could not understand it at all.

"Do it again."

He stooped down in front of her and held out his handkerchief.

Alicia shook his head firmly. "No, I told you I couldn't."

"As long as you persist, there is no difficulty that you can't overcome. Give me your hand."

Carlos held out his hand, waiting for her to hand it over. Alicia hesitated for a moment, but fearing to betray his kindness, she gave him her hand.

They went to the elevator gain. This time Carlos didn't let her see the doors close, but pressed her face against his chest before the door closed, and then he tried to ease her mind. "What do you want for lunch?"

"I don't want to eat anything."

Although she saw nothing, she was sensitive to the elevator. She could clearly feel the closure of the space, and her body began to shake. She was panicked, covering the mouth, afraid she would vomit to Carlos's body.

"Let’s go eat hotpot. I don't like it, but if you like, I'll be a gentleman for once."

Alicia did not dare to speak. Her stomach churned, and when the elevator stopped, she rushed to the bathroom and vomited like a pig.

When she was out, Carlos guarded at the door. Looking at her red eyes, he said, “Let’s do it again."

"No."

She gave up, even though she really wanted to succeed.

"Just once?"

"No, I really can't."

Carlos suddenly turned cold and became angry with her as before. "The more you do this, the more you can't overcome it. I thought you had more perseverance than the other women, but I am wrong!"

Alicia's eyes grew redder and she sobbed, "Do you think it's so easy to get over your heart disease? If it were easy, why don't you overcome your PDST? I am miserable and pathetic, but I don't need your pity, for you are the one who needs saving more than I am."

"Yes, I need saving. I'm not normal, but because I'm not normal, I want you to be normal."

She could not repeat her refusal in the face of his eager eyes, but made up her mind to try again.

The third attempt failed, but Alicia offered to try a fourth, because the man had said that he hoped she would live a normal life.

The fourth time still failed, followed by the fifth time, the sixth time, because of frequent up and down the stairs, even the security of the mall came over. After they explained the reason, they showed their understanding and support.

After many times she stepped into the elevator, Alicia's symptoms finally relieved. She no longer felt fear. Except for discomfort, she was almost normal.

Carlos still held her tightly and chatted with her about some easy topics. As the elevator continued to rise, Alicia's heart began to fall gradually...

It was unable to describe that kind of feeling. She tried for many years, but she failed to overcome the difficulties. Carlos in a short few minutes made her succeed.

Since she was no longer afraid to take the elevator, Carlos looked particularly happy, as if he had finished a huge project with full of achievement. He took Alicia's hand and walked through the shops.

"How about this one?

Alicia nodded. "Ok."

"How about this one?

"Ok."

"This looks nice, too. The color suits you."

"Well, Ok."

Carlos, listening to her rigid answer, frowned disapprovingly, “Can you say other words?"

She lowered her head sadly, “It is nice."

"But at least give your opinion."

"I don't have an opinion, as long as you like it."

"You are the one to wear it, and you should like it too. We've been at odds. I don't know if you like it."

"I like it."

Carlos perceived her indifference, “You all right? If you don't feel well, go back and rest."

"I am fine."

She said she was fine, but her face was ineffable tired, not because of the elevator, but in that process, her heart had been out of control.

"Wrap it all up."

Carlos handed the clothes he had chosen to the waiter, then turned to Alicia and said, "Do you need anything else?"

"No, that's all right."

"Well, let's go back."

They were back to the Ginbay Hotel, where Wilfred and others were sitting in the hall drinking tea. After seeing them back, they waved, “Carlos, here."

"I'll go to my room and rest."