Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 135

His words were so delicate, yet it was ambiguous and unclear.

Mikayla looked at the large pendulum on the wall and then went upstairs with Carlos, feeling resigned.

Along the way, she imagined what would happen tonight.

She pondered, 'What am I afraid of? Last night was a good chance, and he didn't even touch me. Could it happen tonight? But sharing a bed for a long night can lead to unpredictable things.'

"Would you like to shower first?" Carlos grabbed a clean nightgown from his closet.

She was given a pair of white pajamas, which brought her back from her distant thoughts.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

She wondered, 'Oh no. Is he premeditated?'

"Why are there women's pajamas here?" It was actually hers.

"When I returned, there was still some time left. So, I headed back to the mansion and grabbed a set of pajamas and your clothes for tomorrow." Carlos couldn't help but feel entertained by the sight of her devastation.

Mikayla was a well-behaved girl from a wealthy family. She looked cute and intriguing at that moment.

She thought, 'Time for a shower. Just a sleep! I'm not afraid of it!'

Mikayla grabbed the pajamas from Carlos and rushed into the bathroom. Then, she locked the door from inside.

Carlos smiled as he heard the sound of a lock.

Tonight felt like another night of endurance...

Expectedly, everything was prepared for her in the bathroom.

Carlos was outside while Mikayla quickly dried her hair and applied high-quality skincare products to her face because she couldn't take a long shower.

She stood in front of the bathroom door, took a deep breath, and opened it.

She was bare-faced, wearing white cotton slippers, and her hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed after taking a shower, and she was wearing loose cotton pajamas, suitable for early spring as they covered her skin well.

She at least wore her underwear, which made her feel better than not wearing them, even though it was a bit uncomfortable to sleep at night. She was a conservative person.

Otherwise, after all these years with Jaxon, they would have crossed the line.

Anyway, she would let nature take its course between her and Carlos.

This way, she appeared in front of Carlos.

She didn't realize that no matter how she dressed, it was a temptation for Carlos.

Carlos looked away from her, a lump forming in his throat, as he held a pair of men's pajamas. "Go to bed first. I'll take a shower too." "Okay!" replied Mikayla.

Carlos went to the bathroom and closed the door. Mikayla heard the shower running. She lifted the quilt and lay down on one side of the bed, leaving a wide space on the other side. She blinked at the ceiling.

She wondered, 'How could I fall asleep at this time?'

Mikayla lay in bed, unsure if she was too nervous to sleep or if Carlos was taking a long shower. Finally, she started to feel a bit sleepy.

She heard the bathroom door open, and her heart skipped a beat. Then, she turned over and pretended to fall asleep with her back to him.

His footsteps echoed, and then everything suddenly went black. The only source of light was a small bedside lamp.

She noticed that Carlos had lifted one corner of the quilt, and then he lay down too.

Her heart started racing, as if it was going to burst out.

Immediately, he held her in his arms. The sudden warm embrace made her body instinctively tense up.

"Are you still awake?" Carlos held the softest body in his arms, and his maic voice echoed in the silent room on that tranquil night. "Yeah!" replied Mikayla.

Mikayla felt helpless. 'Can I sleep when you embrace me like this?'

"Mika, don't you like it?" In the dim light, his captivating eyes shone with charisma. There was intense desire in his eyes, and he spoke in alow, mature voice.

She pondered, 'How can I answer his serious question? Fuck! I feel fine, but I sense something's missing.'

She replied, "Well, it's not a matter of like or dislike "

"If you don't like it, then you like it! Sweetheart... I won't do anything else to you..." His voice was very seductive, making her feel like a naive little girl deceived by a dangerous predator.

When it came to love, she had zero perception.

He wasn't much better either.

She felt that the man she once knew as pure and innocent had changed and now appeared experienced.

They kissed passionately, getting closer and closer. Just as they were about to...

Suddenly, there were fast footsteps outside the door, followed by several knocks.

Clearly, someone was knocking on their door.

With no reply, the person knocked again.

"Mr. Ludwig!" a person called out anxiously from outside.

Carlos frowned, released her from his arms, gently kissed her on the lips, and then covered her with the quilt. "I'll go and take a look."

He lifted the quilt, got up, walked to the door, and opened it. Then, he asked impatiently, "What happened?"

It was Myla, Natasha's personal housekeeper. She said anxiously, "Mr. Ludwig, please go and see Ms. Ludwig!"

"What's happening?" Carlos asked, his intense and captivating eyes focused on the situation.

Myla replied, "Ms. Ludwig had a

heart attack again, and she kept calling your name. Mr. Garrett Ludwig and Mrs. Ludwig have called Dr Conor Guzman to come over."