Sweet Addiction

Chapter 110 Ambiguous Relationship

Carl was in a bad mood since he came back last night, which was the conclusion made by Ada. Last night when Carl came back, Ada was watching TV with her mother on the sofa. As soon as he entered, he walked over and stared at Ada, which made Ada confused.

Lauren was startled. She thought Carl was going to hit Ada. But before Lauren could say anything, Carl went upstairs.

Carl was sitting next to the table. His eyes were frightening. After Naylor and Lauren finished eating, Ada asked, "What did I do to you?"

Carl snorted, "How could Miss. Yang provoke me?"

Miss. Yang? Ada shuddered. Carl would call Ada that every time he was very angry, but he didn't notice it.

Although Ada was adjusting her relationship with Carl recently, she didn't want to be too stiff with him. She looked at his expression and asked carefully, "Did you have a good time yesterday?"

Carl stared at Ada, "Very well, Opal asked a lot of people she knew. Oh, right. She asked why you didn't go."

"Me?" Ada was surprised, but she knew it was not a good thing.

Carl gave a big bite of the steamed bun in his hand and said, "Yes, she said that you haven't seen each other for many days. Last time she met you at the restaurant."

Speaking of the restaurant, Ada didn't feel anything wrong, but smiled and felt it interesting. The experience of the restaurant must have left a very deep impression on Opal, so she still hated it till now. But as for her, she deserved it.

Ada's smile made Carl unhappier. "Who did you go to the restaurant with?" Carl asked, pretending not to care.

Ada suddenly realized that it was impossible for Opal to mention this for no reason. She blinked and said, "A friend and his child."

"A man?"

Hearing Carl's words, Ada looked up and smiled, "Do you care about it? Since you don't want me to mind your business, then leave me alone."

Even though she said so, but she was still touched. Because Carl had never asked about her condition like this, and it was the first time that he had asked her about it.

Carl was startled, because he didn't expect Ada's reaction. As a result, he choked on the steamed stuffed bun. He then took a sip of porridge hastily.

Ada was frightened by him. She came to Carl and clapped his back.

Why was he so angry? He had been much cruller to her before.

Carl touched his chest and then waved his hand.

The moment Ada came over, the air around him flowed, and the perfume on her body filled his surrounding at once, which made him unconsciously relax.

Ada also lowered her head, intending to watch Carl's expression. But unexpectedly, Carl turned his head and looked at She. Ada was right next to Carl's face, and Ada could feel Carl's breath.

Ada forgot the action for a moment, and looked at Carl like this. However, Carl did not avoid it, and looked at Ada's big eyes.

He had never seen her in such a close distance. When he looked down, there were her pretty nose and cherry mouths. As soon as he saw the steamed bun sauce on her mouth, he unconsciously wiped it away. The touch of his hand was as comfortable, soft and smooth as he thought.

He couldn't help but swallow.

Ada felt the touch of her mouth, and then reacted. She quickly stepped back with her face red.

Ada realized that she was fooled by Carl!

Carl was not happy to see Ada back, but when he realized what he had just done, he was embarrassed, coughed a few times, and turned his eyes away.

Ada returned to her seat and dared not look at Carl.

In fact, if she looked up at this time, she would be surprised to see two red halos floating on Carl's face.

It could be called amazing.

Carl had been a playboy and had seen a lot of beautiful women. Now, his face blushed when he touched a woman.

"I'm full. Enjoy yourself." Carl stood up and left as soon as he finished his words.

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She shook her head and decided to leave him alone. She had made an appointment with Mack to see the house today. She needed to get going.

Carl sat on his chair in front of the window and felt a little regretful when he saw Ada drove away from home. He had meant to ask her who that man was, but it turned out that she didn't get any gains at all and made a mess in his mind.

When he was lost in thought, his phone rang.

Carl picked up the phone and found it was an unknown number.

"Hello, who's that?"

"Carl, it's me. I haven't contacted you for a long time."

Carl was startled. She turned out to be that star, Fanny. They had been out of touch since then, but he knew that Fanny seemed to be famous because of this thing.

"What's up?"

Hearing Carl's cold voice, Fanny smiled and said, "Carl, you are merciless. We used to be together. I can't even call you?"

Carl was leaning against the window. He looked at the garden and said, "I thought you were much busier than before."

Hearing what he said, the woman on the other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Then she said in a low voice, "Well, I am indeed much busier than before, but each has his own merits. Carl, I miss you very much. Can you come out and meet me?"

Carl lost his mind to see a small piece of cake in the garden, but didn't respond.

The roses were carefully cultivated by Ada.

Although there were thorns on the rose branch, it was Ada's favorite flower. Carl still remembered that every time Ada went to watch it, she would hurt her fingers. Lauren was distressed and blamed Ada why she did like flowers with thorns.

Every time Ada gave a smile, and just said, "But I just like it."

Carl held the phone in his hand and thought about it carefully, 'Is Ada a masochist all the time?'

The person on the other end of the line called him when she got no reply.

Carl was startled by her words and replied, "Okay!"

Fanny was happy for a moment. "I knew you would never forget me! I'll call you later. I'm busy filming now. Bye!"

Carl hung up the phone and took his eyes back from the rose. He narrowed his eyes.

He didn't know who took the pictures at that time. He had played so many times, why could it be taken this time?

The shooting angle was so clear, and the person who took the picture even knew Carl's background clearly, but he still made a lot of reports and exposures.

Carl wanted to take the opportunity to find out the truth.