Chapter 250 Who Bullied My Good Girl

Carlos put her on the soft bed along the way to the bedroom.

The divorce agreement was burnt to ashes, but their marriage agreements and marriage certificates were kept in the bedside cupboard.

He reached for the drawer in the cabinet, took out a marriage agreement and two marriage certificates, and threw them on the bed.

The bright red color stung Celia's eyes, making her back stiff and her face extremely pale.

Speaking of this, Carlos was no longer able to be patient tonight.

He looked down at her coldly and said sharply, "don't forget that we are a legal couple. Is there anything wrong to let a wife exercise the duty of sex?"

"Our marriage is just a deal!"

"Maybe only you think so! But here I am. From the moment we get the marriage certificate, I am your lawful husband! I'm your husband. Why can't I touch you? "

He put his hand on her shoulder. Celia tried to break free from his grip without any hesitation.

But the man was mischievous. His hand slipped to her waist and there was no way to get rid of his sore and feeble waist.

She was pulled into his arms.

In an instant, she bit on the arm of the man who had been bitten by her several times tonight.

"The cat is biting me again?"

She was so tired that she could not even bite him.

He came to the shadow and kissed her on her white and tender ear side. He asked, "Sally, do you really forget everything?"

Being convinced, he wanted to ask the question personally.

Especially when he saw the operation records of British hospitals, he kissed her on her side of the neck with pity.

On the other hand, Celia was completely irritated by that.

"Carlos, do you love this face or my heart?" She screamed hysterically.

He whispered in her ear. "If you were Celia Ling, I loved Celia Ling; if you are Sally Chu, I loved Sally Chu. No matter who you are, you'll be mine!"

Tonight, neither of them was in a good mood. No one was willing to compromise for each other.

Then he continued.

"Celia, you are Sally. You just can't remember you now. But it doesn't matter. You will understand one day."

"No, I am not!"

She firmly denied, biting her lower lip.

"I don't think so. Come on, don't piss me off. "

The arm on her waist was too strong for her to break away, and it was on her ribs, making her hurt.

"Enough, Carlos!"

Carlos was about to kiss her again. She turned her down and reached for the glass of water.

She picked up a glass of ice water and poured it on his face. The water was extremely cold, not only his body temperature, but also his persistent heart.

The drops of water kept slipping down his black hair. He looked at her, and finally

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.

annoyed she felt.

Until one of her legs was feeble and her feet were unstable, she was held into the arms of the person beside her.

"Since you are too weak to stand up, why do you still choose to be brave?"

It would be fine if he didn't mention this. She knew clearly that this man had evil intentions.

She sat in front of the dresser and saw him through the mirror.

"You have slept for such a long time. Celia, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? "

But she just sat there and didn't talk to him.

After a while, she began to comb her hair with the ebony comb on the dresser.

The next moment, thick and curly hair fell down from the teeth of the comb, which was as charming as black silk.

Carlos liked her long hair most, which was loose and soft. Different from her indifference at present, it was very obedient.

Every night, after she fell asleep, he would hold her in his arms and caress her long, soft hair.

He looked at her sleeping face with his long fingers shuttling in the black hair. The daily atmosphere of such a peaceful couple satisfied him.

And her hair smelt good, which was his favorite flavor.

"Clap!"

Suddenly, the comb fell down and she didn't eat anything the whole day. She had slept for too long.

What's more, he had been so impulsive before, so she felt powerless for it.

After unpacking her sandalwood, he approached her and caressed her hair, ignoring her unwillingness.

"I can help Celia comb her hair."

Celia knew that she couldn't resist, so she kept silent and silent.

Carlos had always seen her grow up. When they had been together, she had been obedient, talkative and cute.

She was more talkative than him when they were together five years ago.

Five years later now, he had to say more to her.