The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 6

Hearing what Carlos said, Alicia thought of what her mother had told her many years ago. At any time, a woman would rather lose her virginity than lose her mind. Now it seemed that there was no need for her to lose her mind, and she could also dismiss the worry of losing her virginity.

"So this is all that you wanted to tell me?"

Carlos glanced at her indifferently, "No, come with me."

He walked out of the room first. Alicia quickly got dressed and followed him out.

"When you go in and out of the room every day, you'll inevitably pass by my bedroom. Therefore, I need to remind you that you're not allowed to stay in my room for more than half a second, let alone touch anything here, especially my bed."

Carlos pointed to the big and tidy bed behind him and overemphasized, "You can't even get close to it."

"Do you hate women so much?"

Alicia asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I do hate them. I hate them just as much as I hate cockroaches."

"Why?"

Carlos raised his eyebrows and warned her with displeasure, "Besides hating women, I don't like women asking why, so don't ask too many questions."

Deep in thought, Alicia kept thinking about the only possibility. But before she could verify it, it had already been refuted by the man with sharp eyes.

"Don't guess whether I am a gay or not. I don't like women, which doesn't mean that I like men."

Facing such a mysterious and unpredictable person, Alicia could only say, "I see." Just as she turned back towards the room, he pulled her back suddenly, leaning forward and pressing her down on the bed.