Chapter 263 More Charming

These two days, Celia's mind was in a turmoil. At night, she lay on the bed she was not familiar with. To be honest, she was a little resistant to the bed.

Carlos had said too much to her.

Carlos held her in his arms and listened to her whisper again.

She said, "I'm not Sally. I'm Celia Ling. I'm not suffering from amnesia. I am not... "

Carlos bent down and held her in his arms. He said, "It doesn't matter who you are. I'm here with you, with you."

Celia Ling seemed to have fallen into a nightmare. Carlos had no idea what kind of dream she had. She was totally helpless and confused. The pain kept pouring onto her body was the pain from the flesh.

What had she suffered in the past five years?

The night was undoubtedly depressing, but Carlos felt familiar with it. He could hear the sound of running water outside the window and chatted on the streets.

When Celia really fell asleep, it was already midnight. Carlos still couldn't fall asleep with her in his arms.

Her identity was confirmed, but he couldn't fall asleep these days, as if all the cells in his body were in the most exciting state. No one could understand his mood of regaining her after losing her.

He held her and looked at her sleeping face as if he could not get tired of looking at it.

In the middle of the night, he felt his arm was numb. Carlos wrapped her with the silk and got out of the bedroom.

Since it was the first time for Celia Ling to come here and the condition of her emotion was not good, Carlos intentionally told Grace that he had to turn on the light of the first floor even if he had to take a rest.

As a result, the house that had been silent for many years was brightly lit these days.

Carlos went downstairs and got himself a glass of cold water, and soon he was back.

He smoked.

Looking at the man in the smoke, Grace hadn't seen him behave like this for a long time. He seemed to be lost in thought for a long time or thinking about something.

At one o'clock in the morning, the man who had finished his cigarette stood up, took the car key and was about to go out.

It was midnight now. He was going out?

Out of concern, Grace asked, "What's the matter? You need to go out. It's raining heavily recently. Take an umbrella."

When she went to send her umbrella, the man only took his coat and waved at her with his back to her.

Grace sighed, standing behind him. She didn't know what was going on here?

In the midnight, it was quiet on the street. Only the sound of flowing water could be heard.

aist and took her to sit on a Wisteria chair outside the courtyard.

He said, "I don't really know these, and it is you who know these, but you..."

He didn't speak out the word. He could see that she was absent-minded and embarrassed, so he didn't force her.

She said to him this morning that she wanted to listen to him play zither.

She didn't know who she was, but she didn't want to lie to herself. She was so familiar with this place, including Carlos.

Her heartbeat quickened. She was now sitting in the yard obediently and listening to him playing guzheng.

In fact, when Carlos came back from the cemetery today and saw the zither he bought here a few years ago, he wanted to have a try to see her reaction.

Compared with the Frank words, Carla thought that it might be easier for her to remember something through living habits.

Celia Ling sat on the cane chair and looked at the man in front of her.

His sleeves were loosely rolled up. It was too late to check his hands.

Because the man's face was so attractive.

Who said that only women had good looks and men were more attractive.

The feeling was totally different from that of a woman playing guzheng, thoroughly breaking the impression that the man was full of schemes in her heart.

He was different from the ordinary rich people. He really had elegance, and not only was his blatant, but also pretentious.

This made Celia more conflicted.

How could a cool man be so patient to play such a rhythm zither?

Sitting on the sofa, Celia listened to him quietly. She gradually calmed down and composed herself.

The last few words slowed down. Carlos asked Celia, "Celia, what are you thinking about?"