The president's seventh bride

Chapter 5: Live Like a Widow

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.

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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?"

"I couldn't tell that you practice asceticism."

"No, it's just that I'd like to keep my bed clean."

She paused for a few seconds and nodded, "Oh, I see, so which room do I live in?"

"Over there."

He pointed his hand to the wall on the right side of the bedroom, and Alicia looked over and wondered,

"Isn't that a painting?"

"Lift it up."

Despite being confused, she did as he said. She slowly walked towards the huge landscape painting.

As she lifted her hand, she suddenly froze. The rear of the painting turned out to be a door! She was

rarely shocked by anything, but at that moment, she was deeply shocked. She finally realized how

strong one needs to be to be Carlo's wife.

She could imagine how unwilling those wives were when they saw this, and how hard they cried about

it.

"I will live here in the future, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, good night."

She smiled at him, turned around and opened the painted door, before entering the secret room.

After closing the door, she heaved a long sigh of relief. She did not want to be a loser, but how much

courage did it take to say good night like that?

Thankfully, her room was still inhabitable. At least it was not only black and white.

She had entertaining the guests for the whole day. The luxurious wedding dress weighed her down like

a mountain. Stretching her hand behind her back, she unzipped the delicate zipper, and the wedding

dress slipped slowly, exposing the beautiful curves of the woman.

The silky skin looked like it could be scarred with the lightest wind. She looked purer than lotus flowers

and more stunning than roses. Alicia opened the wardrobe, which was filled with a cabinet of women's

clothing with complete varieties and excellent texture. More importantly, the tags on them were still

there, showing that they had not been worn. She picked a slightly conservative nightgown. When she

was about to put it on, the door suddenly opened.

Two pairs of eyes stared at each other while she gasped. Her clothes almost fell to the ground. If she

was not a calm enough person, she would have screamed.

She quickly grabbed the blanket on the bed and wrapped herself up. Her eyes flashed and asked,

"Why didn't you knock when you came in?"

"What are you afraid of? It's impossible for me to fall in love with any women, so naturally I have no

interest in your body. Even if you stand in front of me naked, I won't bother to take a second to look at

you."

He paused for a moment, and then said, "Do you know why my former six wives divorced me? This is

one of the reasons. Do you think there is actually a woman in the world who can bear the grievance of

being a grass widow?"