The president's seventh bride

Chapter 43: You Are My Woman

Alicia was so composed that no one would notice she's lying. Even though she could not convince the

two women in front of her, she gained Colton's trust. It was not a father’s trust in a daughter, but

because he did not believe it either that her daughter had this ability to play with them.

Therefore, he chose to believe her.

He pulled his wife and daughter into the study, closed the door, and said in a deep voice, "I know you

are angry, but I am angrier. But now is neither the time to be angry, nor the time to be angry with her.

As long as she is the daughter-in-law of the Noel-Baker family, she will be useful to us one day. Take it

easy and just let it go."

Colton said helplessly. That was 10 million disappearing in a second, and how could he not feel

distressed? He was the most distressed one! But what was the point to be sad and angry as there was

no proof. He had to swallow the pain.

After comforting his wife and daughter, he went out, “Alicia, your sister was also wronged and had no

one to bridle at. Don't take it to your heart, she..."

"Never mind. I'm used to it."

Alicia interrupted his father indifferently and looked at the clock on the wall, “It's getting late. If there is

nothing else, I have to go now."

"How about have dinner here?"

Colton was just being polite. Alicia knew it for sure and she would not be that inconsiderate. This family

had never welcomed her, and today she was even more unwelcome.

When Alicia left the small western-style building, she felt very good, and continued to feel good until the

Cloud Mansion.

Today was really an extraordinary day. People who rarely seen in the living room at ordinary times now

have shown up. Alicia greeted happily, “Dad, mom, I'm back."

Mr. and Mrs. Noel-Baker turned their heads and were very happy to see their daughter-in-law. Mrs.

Noel-Baker asked kindly, "Have you had dinner?"

Alicia squinted at someone who turned a blind eye to her and nodded with a smile, “Well, yes. I had it

at my parents' house."

"How are your parents?" asked Mr. Noel-Baker.

"Well, they are fine. They also asked me to say hello to you two."

At this time, Aurora said abruptly, “Alicia, what's the matter with your sister today? She ran out crazily

carrying her luggage this afternoon, and I couldn't stop her, as if she had suffered a lot of wrongs in our

house. "

Alicia was stunned, and she moved her gaze to someone again. He didn't seem to talk, and he didn't

even lift his eyelids.

"Nothing. That's her. She has been spoiled by my parents since she was little. Maybe I said something

last night made her unhappy so she went home."

"She is a capricious girl from the first impression, and it really doesn't look like that you two are from the

same parents."

Edward smiled sourly when he heard the words, “The pot calls the kettle black. Didn't your mother and

I spoil you enough?"

"Oh, aren't we talking about Alicia? Alicia and I are not the same type of person, but my brother is."

How could he be swept up in? Carlos raised his head displeasedly, and asked his sister, “How come I

am the same type of person of Alicia?"

"You are both easy to be bad-tempered once spoiled, right, Alicia?"

This sister-in-law was really good at teasing other people. She thought so and wanted her approval.

Alicia nodded with a fake smile, then shook her head, without knowing to say yes or no. She simply

pointed his hand and said, “I have test papers to review. Please forgive me that I will leave you now."

Alicia fled away from the living room, went to her small secret space. She lay down on the bed with a

bang, and her mouth rose slightly into a crescent smile.

It was so good to be alone and breathe freely.

"You seem to be in a good mood."

The abrupt voice coming from above frightened her. She sat up suddenly and said in a panic, “Why

don't you come in without knocking?"

Carlos leaned against the door with his hands around his chest, and asked confidently, "Did you close

the door?"

Didn't she close the door? ......Ah, nop.

"What can I do for you?"

Alicia changed the subject awkwardly, waiting for his explanation.

"I think you have something to tell me."

She shook her head decisively, “No. I have nothing to say to you. What can I say to you? We have

never shared a language."

"Then I'll go straight. You did it, right?"

Although Carlos didn't point out the matter, Alicia felt guilty. She was confused. What kind of perceptive

heart did he has under the handsome and cold appearance? Why could she fool her father, but not the

man in front of her?

She didn't even deny it as she knew that she couldn't deceive him.

"Yes."

So she gave up and nodded calmly.

"why?"

Most of the conversations between the two were concise. Carlos only wanted to hear key points, so

she didn't bother to explain too much.

"I'm not willing to be sold so meaninglessly, so I want to transfer the money to the charity."

"Very persuasive reason, but in my opinion, there is a bit of revenge."

"Why would you say so?"

"Isn't it? A child born to an outsider always hates the man who abandoned her mother."

Alicia smiled nonchalantly, “That is a good point, but unfortunately it is not the case. There is no reason

for the child born to an outsider to hate anyone. The outsider intervenes other people's marriages, and

that is wrong."

The premise was that if they did not commit such an unforgivable sin against her mother.

"Very well, I hope it's as you said. Although I have been divorced six times, it does not mean that I can

tolerate a woman who use me."

His position was clear since the day she knew he had been hurt.

Therefore, she could only be so helpless to live in the chaotic life of telling one lie to cover the other.

Seeing him turning away, she suddenly opened her mouth and asked, “How did you know? How did

you so sure that it was me?"

"Do I have other choice of suspect but you?"

Carlos looked back, and she was silent.

"Mia should have told you too, saying that I hinted her to go to the study?"

"Yes."

He glanced at her meaningfully, “She wanted to confront with you, but I stopped her." All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"Why did you help me?"

Alicia asked in an obsequious way.

"Legally, you are my woman. When others question you, I should stand up and defend."

"……Thank you."

She thanked him sincerely and fearfully. "You are my woman." How horrified and disturbing words.

In the mid-night, Alicia was awakened by a pang of hunger. She rubbed her flat belly and then

remembered that she had not have dinner yet.

Her stomach was not that good. If there were no regular meals, she probably would die soon.

She got up and opened the door in a small gap. There was silence all around, only the man's steady

and even breathing.

She tiptoed out of the secret room and crawled forward. She was about to go to the kitchen downstairs

and found something to eat. In order not to awake Carlos, she suppressed her movement and floated

out like a ghost.

When she arrived at the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, it was all raw and cold food. She couldn't

eat the cold food. She looked around and saw a box of instant noodles. She took it as a treasure and

poured hot water into it, then waited patiently.

It was the happiest thing to eat a bowl of hot noodles when a person was starving. At this moment, the

smell of instant noodles made her feel extremely happy.

While waiting, she lay on the table and dozed asleep, not knowing someone was standing in front of

her and looking at her.

It was almost the time. She used the fork picking up a ball of noodles and stuffed it into her mouth.

When her neck was slightly raised, she finally noticed the person. Suddenly, she got the noodle stuck

in her throat and couldn't swallow or spit it out. That was so embarrassed and she wanted to bury

herself.

Carlos walked over with a light smile, glanced at the steaming instant noodles in her hand, and asked

jokingly, “Not bad?"

She swallowed the bite of noodles as if chewing the wax, and nodded awkwardly, “Yes. Would you like

to taste it?"

"Do you think I will eat this kind of food?"

She knew he would not eat such things, so she just asked symbolically.

"Are you here to drink water?"

Alicia stood up and wanted to fill him a glass of water. He said meaningfully, "I just come and see what

you are doing."

"Me?" Alicia answered with a stiff smile, “I want to have some supper."

"Didn't you have dinner?"

"Yes." Her belly resisted and made some noises as she said. And she quickly explained, “Not every

much."

"Do you want to go out for a good meal?"

Alicia thought she had heard it wrong, and she didn't dare to answer or let him say it again, so she

stood motionlessly.

Carlos became impatient and raised his eyebrow, “Go or not?"

"Huh? Oh, sure."

She simply cleaned up the instant noodles and followed him out. It was not so dark outside. He walked

in front and she followed behind. The moonlight shone on the two of them with two lonely shadows.

Perhaps it was too late, so Carlos didn't intend to go too far and chose a restaurant very close to home.

The restaurant was not big, but it was clean and elegant: soft light exuded by the warm yellow

chandeliers, North American-style decoration, and trickling music. It felt like they were not walking in a

restaurant but a sweet home.