All Out Of Love

Seeing the anger on his face, Celia did not dare to say anything more.
But the next second, when her feet were wrapped by the man's warm palm, she could no longer bear it.
She wanted to break away from him, but the man holding her feet was kind of strong, but it didn't hurt at all.
"If you don't want to go to the hospital, you'd better not move."
"......"
Seeing her become quiet, there was finally a trace of smiling mood between the man's handsome eyebrows.
He knew it worked on her.
Celia's foot was very small and had a small size that could just be placed on his palm. There were a few scratches on the back of
her foot.
Carlos took the cotton bud and dipped it into the alcohol to carefully disinfect the wound.
"Hurt?"
Seeing that she frowned, he slowed down and was even more gentle.
How could she not hurt? However, Celia bit her lips.
"Not at all."
As soon as she finished speaking, he gripped her feet with a little more force, and she snorted softly.
She gave him a plaintive look. He did it on purpose!
"Does it hurt?"
The man looked up and asked again.
She looked away, but still nodded. It really hurt!
"Do you ever lie to me again?"

He said, putting down the alcohol and putting on the band aid.
"You don't have to pretend to be strong in front of me. Your heart is broken. No one will laugh at you. You will be my wife. We are
not that complicated. "
What he wanted was a real her, lively and vigorous, instead of everywhere carefully like her!
Sitting on the chair, Celia looked at the man in front of her in surprise.
He was still squatting on the ground, a little shorter than her, but the gentleness in his words filled her heart little by little.
"Do you remember what I said?" He asked again.
Celia knew that she'd better not tell a lie in front of this man, because even if she gave him a look, he would see through her.
She compromised and nodded.
"Good girl!"
His voice was soft. Seeing that her ankle wasn't swollen anymore, he was relieved.
"You stay here. I'll be back soon."
Then he stood up and went out.
After a while, Carlos came in with an ice bag and two towels in his hands.
He wrapped the ice bag with a towel and tested the temperature on his arm.
His handsome eyebrows frowned slightly. It was still cold. So he covered it again and squatted down to apply it on her.
Celia lower her eyes to look at the ice bag on her feet. Across a towel. The temperature was just right.
She looked at the man who had been ice her for a long time without moving.
"Thank you, thank you so much."
She bit her lips and hesitated for a while before spitting out the words.
However, Carlos responded with a chuckle.

"Thank you, but not just thank you."
She was confused and didn't know what he meant.
"Since you want to express your thanks, you have to let people feel your sincerity, like this."
All of a sudden, her hand was gripped by his.
His hand was a little cold from the ice just now.
As a result, Celia was stunned by the great difference between her skin and warmth.
She struggled to pull her hand out, but Carlos held her hand more tightly.
"If you really want to thank me, you should do it, right?"
His fingers slid down and finally reached her fingertips. He turned his hand over and lowered his head, kissing her palm.
Celia felt like she was going to suffocate. An electric current ran through her body.
The kiss coming to her palm was much more torturing than a direct kiss.
She felt so ashamed that she wanted to draw her hand back, but she couldn't.
She wanted to know which gossips told that Carlos always kept a poker face.
This man was definitely a prodigal!
But for a man like them, love was just a little decoration in life.
Maybe what he did to her was not love but just the spice of his life.
I will take you and have you under control.
Now, Celia had a deep feeling that Carlos was exactly that kind of person. He was dangerous!
More horribly, Celia had a better understanding of this point, but she was unable to fight against this man.
It seemed that there was a surge of heat in the palms of her hands, and it spread in all directions to her body.

Finally, his lips left her palm.
Celia had just breathed a sigh of relief and thought that he had finally let her go. However, he
hold the palm of her that Carlos had kissed touched her lips that were slightly pale.
Celia couldn't believe what happened, but the man chuckled to her ears.
"Celia, is this an indirect kiss?"
Suddenly, her little face turned pink, and the heat spread to her neck, as beautiful as peach flowers.
She pushed his hand away and turned his face away. Her long hair was down, covering the shyness on her face.
"Are you shy?"
He smiled and rubbed her long hair against her earlobe, which made Celia move again.
He used the cold hand on her face just now. It was so cold.
She goggled and met Carlos's smiling eyebrows.
He knew she had a sensitive ear, so he did it on purpose!
"Honey, don't move."
Seeing that she was about to struggle again, he smiled and held her feet, as if coaxing a child.
At a slightly remote corner in the hotel, the atmosphere was so quiet that it was frightening.
Susan, who was standing next to Ron, secretly observed the expression on Ron's face. Although he didn't say anything after
Celia left, he didn't take another look at Susan later. Even his usual gentle face now tensed up.
She knew he was angry with her!
"Ron." She moved closer to him and said timidly.
It was not until this time that he took a look at her and said flatly. "Let's go. I'll drive you home."

Susan bit her lips and saw that he was reluctant to talk to her. She went forward and held his waist tightly.
"Sorry, Ron. I know I was wrong."
He caressed her hair and his voice softened a little. "I'm not angry."
"You did!" Susan raised her voice and grumbled.
"I know you are worried, but I really don't want us to continue to be so covert. We have a child now, but we can't be together
aboveboard! We are deeply in love with each other. Why did you do this to me? Why couldn't she explain everything to Celia
Ling? And as you have seen, she has an affair with Carlos. Don't tell me that you still want to marry her even in such an
ambiguous way. "
Ron went silent.
Susan bit her lips hard and went on to say, "I know you're afraid of other people's gossip. But Celia is just an orphan. She has
done nothing for the Mo Clan, not to mention helping you! Did you have to marry her because you had been together for a long
time? You have no feelings for her for a long time. Why are you kidnapped by the so-called moral coercion? Since you are not
married, it's Fair for me to compete with her. It seems that I have done something shameful. And our baby. Does he have to be
like me in the dark? Are you so hardhearted? "
Susan said, with tears in her eyes and a sad expression on her small face. She was crying in a low voice and her shoulders
trembling. She looked delicate and touching.