Chapter 253 It's The First Time For You To Come Here How Is That Possible

It took them nearly two hours to get there.

Carlos glanced at Celia, who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder. His eyes were full of indulgence and smile.

It was not until the car slowed down that Celia gradually regained consciousness. Only then did she realize that she had fallen asleep on Carlos' shoulder. She had no idea when she had fallen asleep.

She began to sleep as soon as she got on the car. If she had rested her head on his shoulder, then...

Thinking of this, the car stopped and people got off one after another.

Carlos shrugged his shoulders unconsciously when she saw Carlos get off the car.

Celia Ling imagined his shoulder must be sore.

"Let's go."

Carlos caressed her soft hair and held her hands unconsciously.

In an instant, their fingers were clasped.

Celia stared at their crossed hands and was lost in thoughts.

He had always been like this. And she, who was in a passive state, gradually accepted these?

She didn't want this. Without hesitation, she got rid of his hand.

Carlos was stunned. Looking at the expression on her face, he said to her, "good girl. If I don't hold your hand, how can I find you if I get lost?"

This time, he directly reached out to grab her hand without considering her will.

Celia frowned faintly.

They kept walking and he held her hands tightly.

Celia had tried to get rid of his control, but she failed.

Eugene followed them obediently.

Celia Ling glanced around from time to time. She had a strange feeling again.

When she saw a view not far away, Eugene next to her suddenly ran forward excitedly, wagging her tail.

She had never seen Eugene so excited except when she first met it.

Eugene was out of control and ran away. Seeing that, Carlos had to let it go.

"You go back and clean up the room first."

Carlos said to Grace.

In fact, the old house had been cleaned every day and maintained very clean.

He just wanted to take a walk around with the woman beside him alone.

"Let's go, wander around."

Celia didn't hear a reply from the person next to her until Grace had left.

Celia came to herself. She looked around, as if she had just come into a painting.

Children were swimming on the riverside of an ancient street. The pedestrians were proficient in talking. There was a sweet smile on her face.

Carlos intentionally observed the expression on his wife's fac

my.

Like sea waves, tides were surging.

Celia Ling was enchanted in this room filled with girlish style after she entered.

The scenes she had seen in the past, like the movie she had just watched, emerged in Celia's mind. She started to sweat again.

Looking at this single bed, she seemed to hear a girl suddenly burst into laughter.

She felt a headache. She looked away and saw the book on the desk of her bedroom again.

On the carpet in the room, the young man and she were sitting side by side, reading a book together.

She pressed her temples, trying to ease the pain. But as the wind blew into the room, she saw the blue gauze swaying.

At the age of 18, he stood behind the curtain, holding her in his arms. He had kissed her again and again. Now his handsome face was covered by haze, which made her heart ache. Their young body clung together. The heat was burning.

She didn't want to stay here anymore. She saw the photo frame on the bedside.

The girl had the same face as hers, but she was naive, held by a young man and laughed happily.

"Sally..."

"Sally..."

She had a splitting headache. Celia staggered and couldn't keep her feet.

Carlos stood behind her, watching her reach out to touch everything in the room.

He walked slowly without disturbing her or disturbing her thoughts.

It was not until he saw her strange condition that he came forward and held her tightly in his arms. He felt that her body was completely frozen, and the cold sweat was rampant on her forehead.

"Celia?"

She leaned in his arms and said, "Carlos, my head hurts."