Chapter 249 You Make Me Sick

At three o'clock in the morning, Carlos burned the divorce agreement which was sent to him by Celia.

He pushed open the half closed door and walked into the bedroom.

The light was not turned on. The curtain was pulled open, and the room was enveloped in the cold moonlight.

Afraid of waking her up, he deliberately walked lightly.

When Carlos walked into the bedroom, Celia had already sat up. She was also looking at him when he looked at her, but her eyes were as cold as ice.

He bit her pale lips so hard that they were almost bleeding. Several buttons at the collar of her Pajama were unbuttoned, and there were hickeys on her clavicles.

"Celia."

He approached her.

"How is it going? Do you feel better now? "

He came over and wanted to caress her forehead, but she avoided him with indifference.

He had always known her temperament. He knew that his little girl must have recovered, otherwise she wouldn't have the strength to be angry.

Celia squinted at him and asked coldly, "Carlos, have you seen the divorce agreement I showed you? Will you sign it now?"

Hearing his wife's reasonable and calm tone, Carlos suddenly frowned.

What did she take them for?

Playing house?

"Celia..."

"Carlos, can you sign the divorce agreement or not?"

She asked again before he could finish his words.

The hand that was caressing her shoulder tightened all of a sudden. "Celia, what do you think we are?"

"We have discussed our marriage with each other for a long time. Don't you forget it, Mr. Carlos?" Her hoarse voice made her very weak.

She was shaking and her voice was shaking.

She repressed, ashamed and angry, but there was no outlet for it.

"Carlos, how could you do this to me?"

Celia's eyes became red as she said this. She felt sore and uncomfortable since she was robbed. Moreover, the man's smell was still showing on her, which made her very angry.

He stretched out his hand to stroke her back, in an attempt to comfort her.

Knowing that the girl was in a fit of anger, he gav

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

Carlos' face darkened when he heard her vomit.

He entered the bathroom as well, knowing that she didn't have enough strength. He held her waist, only to find that she vomited more.

She felt so disgusted that she vomited out?

Carlos' face was completely gloomy.

He leaned aside and looked at her coldly. She couldn't even touch him.

What's more, he nearly couldn't stand his wife's exclusion for that word "dirty".

He had watched her for as long as she vomited.

When she finished vomiting, she began to rinse her mouth with water.

Carlos' eyes darkened.

What would happen if a husband was rejected by his wife like this?

Furious? Mad? They even walked away and did not want to pay attention to each other any more.

Carlos frowned. He didn't think so. On the contrary, she didn't allow him to touch her, but he insisted.

Thinking of this, he went straight forward and held her in his arms no matter how much she vomited.

He had sex with her for so many times, and it was not easy for her to stand firm with great efforts. Now she was held by him, falling completely in his arms.

Her body was too weak to resist, but she suddenly felt annoyed.

"Don't hug me! You make me sick! "

After uttering these words, Carlos didn't let go of her. Instead, he held her even tighter. Under her arms, Carlos held her and lifted her up.