The president's seventh bride

Hearing what Carlos said, Alicia thought of what her mother had told her many years ago. At any time, a woman would rather lose her virginity than lose her mind. Now it seemed that there was no need for her to lose her mind, and she could also dismiss the worry of losing her virginity.

"So this is all that you wanted to tell me?"

Carlos glanced at her indifferently, "No, come with me."

He walked out of the room first. Alicia quickly got dressed and followed him out.

"When you go in and out of the room every day, you'll inevitably pass by my bedroom. Therefore, I need to remind you that you're not allowed to stay in my room for more than half a second, let alone touch anything here, especially my bed."

Carlos pointed to the big and tidy bed behind him and overemphasized, "You can't even get close to it."

"Do you hate women so much?"

Alicia asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I do hate them. I hate them just as much as I hate cockroaches."

"Why?"

Carlos raised his eyebrows and warned her with displeasure, "Besides hating women, I don't like women asking why, so don't ask too many questions."

Deep in thought, Alicia kept thinking about the only possibility. But before she could verify it, it had already been refuted by the man with sharp eyes.

"Don't guess whether I am a gay or not. I don't like women, which doesn't mean that I like men."

Facing such a mysterious and unpredictable person, Alicia could only say, "I see." Just as she turned back towards the room, he pulled her back suddenly, leaning forward and pressing her down on the bed. She was stunned and asked after a moment, "What are you doing?"

"Shut up."

He actually asked her to shut up after doing something like this to her. Alicia cast him a sarcastic smile, "You just said that you didn't like women, but now you suddenly behaved like this. Is it a bit hypocritical?"

"Look over there."

Carlos motioned for her to look at the door with his eyes. With a look, she suddenly found that the originally closed door was pushed ajar, with pairs of eyes peeping from the outside. She suddenly flushed up to her ears as if she was caught having a love affair stealthily...

However, this wasn't surprising enough. It shocked her even more that Carlos caught her off guard, lowering his head and kissing her lips. Alicia froze with her eyes wide open, completely confused, and lost her composure instantly, which she had always been proud of.

The kiss without any feelings was as cold as ice. As the door gradually closed, Carlos straightened up, "The play is over, and you can get up now."

Alicia looked at him as if she were looking at a monster, "Did you also act like this before?"

"Because you are the first woman I chose myself, they thought there would be something different."

In fact, there was nothing different. Although he chose her, it was Alicia herself who volunteered to stay.

She walked towards the painting blankly, and before lifting it, she turned back and sincerely reminded, "Well, I seem to have touched your bed."

"It doesn't matter. I will throw it away tomorrow."

Obviously Alicia wasn't the kind of person who liked to joke, but because of what he said, she made an exception and pulled a prank, "Will you throw away the bed? Or the mouth?" Carlos' face darkened, "of course you."00000