Chapter 22 Celia, Practice Your Kissing Technique

The sun was shining brightly. At this moment, Celia was enjoying her rare free time.

Carlos stood behind her and stared at her for a while with his face gloomy. He stubbed out the cigarette and strode towards her.

Celia's shoulder was held tightly by Carlos. She even didn't have time to give any response because a sudden pain came from her wrist.

Carlos held her back and pushed her against a tree.

She was shocked and wanted to resist instinctively. But her chin had been clenched by his long fingers and pulled up, forcing her to look at him.

Celia frowned. She was a little scared by the gloomy light in the man's eyes. It seemed that she got hurt next second.

"Carlos."

Her voice was cold. "Are you ..."

Before she could speak out the word "Crazy", her breath was taken away violently.

"Well..."

Things happened so sudden that Celia even forgot to struggle. It was so quiet here. The kiss from the man was more intense and aggressive than ever.

The aggressive kiss made Celia's mind a total mess. She could not get out of the situation at all.

He was fine just now, wasn't he? Why was he mad now?

But as time went by, the feeling of burning almost made her suffocate. She had no time to think of anything else. Holding his sleeve tightly, she was overwhelmed and fragile.

Suddenly, a cry of pain came from her lips.

It turned out that her shoes stepped into the groove of the stone bricks. In addition, her foot was still unhealed. Carlos was too brute to bear the sudden pain.

Her voice finally succeeded in evoking the man's reason.

When he saw the state of her feet with concern, he picked her up and put her on the rattan chair not far away.

Carlos squatted on one knee and grabbed her leg to check it carefully.

"I'm sorry."

For the first time, his eyes flashed a trace of regret.

Celia froze, as if she hadn't come to herself from the dramatic changes.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Without waiting for her answer, he grabbed her wrist and intended to put it around his neck.

"No, thanks."

She shook off his hand and replied coldly. Although she was pale, she tried to control her anger.

At this moment, Celia came to herself.

However, Carlos' face changed inexplicably. His voice was soft, and his face was still full of worry.

"But your feet are always like this. They will heal very slowly. There may be some permanent diseases left on your feet."

Celia stared at the man in front of her blankly. His facial expression changed so fast as if he had turned a book. She had once wondered if he was suffering from schizophrenia!

But how could she know that he just wanted to confirm that she was the one in his heart!

When kissing her, he seemed to have faith again when he felt the familiar feeling.

Looking at her slightly swollen lips, he lowered his voice and said ambiguously.

"To be honest, Celia, your kissing skills were so bad. You should practice more in the future."

Celia's heart was still burning. She tried to kick Carlos when she heard his words. However, she forgot that it was her injured foot.

"Kick me until your foo is fully recovered!"

He gripped her leg and smiled.

"What... What are you doing?"

Not far away, a middle-aged man with a German huntaway was standing there. He seemed to be in a trance.

Hearing the sound, Celia and Carlos turned their heads and met the man's eyes.

In an instant, the middle-aged man's face turned deathly pale.

This face belonged to Sally. But she, she had already died for five years!

Did he have a hallucination?

The middle-aged man wiped his eyes again in a hurry. He was too old now and was trembling with sweat.

Celia was in confusion. All of a sudden, she jumped on Carlos in fright. She held him tightly.

Although she was not afraid of dogs, she felt frightened when she was a few meters away from a small huntaway with fangs bared.

The housekeeper with the huntaway dog was in a daze. He didn't want the dog to break free from the shackles. It brought a chain and rushed towards Celia madly.

"Ah --"

Celia had been trying to stay calm before the dogs arrived. However, when it was only two meters away from her, she couldn't stay calm any more. She then jumped into Carlos' arms, regardless of the pain on her feet.

But the next second, she felt embarrassed again.

Just as she thought she would be hunted, the ferocious dog rushed to her, excitedly looking at her, and lying quietly beside a chair.

However, it raised its head all the time and narrowed its sharp eyes into a sluggish slit. It wagged its tail gently and made a few whimpes, listening to a obedient and pleasing voice.

"Are you afraid?" The man's smiling voice flowed out slowly.

Celia's face turned red. She lowered her head and looked at Carlos. She was just like an octopus sticking to Carlos' body and screaming. She felt so ashamed.

"Not bad."

She got off him, cleared her throat and pretended to be calm.

Carlos smiled again and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Don't be afraid, you will like it."

Celia kept swallowing. She looked at the huntaway and tried to avoid it. After all, she was still fearful of what she had seen.

Carlos put his arm around her waist, glanced at her and calmly introduced.

"The butler, this is my wife, Celia Ling."

The middle-aged man was stunned. His face was still pale. He wanted to speak but stopped on a second thought.

Carlos' sharp gaze brought him back to the present. He greeted respectfully, "Nice to meet you, Miss Celia."

"Celia, this is Colin, the butler of Uncle Howard' house."

"Hello, Mr. Colin."

The Butler nodded and left.

For some reason, Celia Ling felt that the way they looked at her had been weird since she came in.

If one or two were coincidences, what about the third?

She had mixed feelings when Carlos first met her in the eyes. But now, the people of her uncle and aunt were even weirder than him.

At this moment, the man beside her had bent over and gently caressed the huntaway.

Celia looked at him. He tried again and again.

"Its name is Eugene."

He whispered as if to tell her.

Celia said, "Oh." she looked at Eugene who was nice and obedient. Celia summoned up the courage and squatted down to touch it.

However, before she reached out her hand, it took the initiative. It not only rubbed her shanks, but also constantly leaned toward her.

Celia could not believe what she had seen.

Because of the Celia's foot injury, Carlos immediately greeted his uncle and aunt.

As soon as they walked out of the villa, an unexpected obtruder bouncing in halfway.

In the black Maybach, Carlos leaned on the back seat and smoked.

Through the rearview mirror, he saw a girl and a dog behind the car, which made him feel a bit amused.