Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

"You go first. I'll follow you right away," instructed Carlos.

Myla turned and left immediately.

Carlos closed the door.

At that moment, Mikayla also sat up and said, "Let me go with you."

Carlos hesitated for a moment and agreed, "All right."

Carlos started changing his clothes, while Mikayla grabbed the clothes he had prepared for her and went to the bathroom to change. When she came out, Carlos had already finished changing.

It was evident that Carlos, usually calm, was extremely anxious.

Mikayla went downstairs following Carlos, and the housekeepers started working.

The first floor was not as quiet as it should be at night. It was a little noisy and nervous.

As Mikayla approached the door, she heard Natasha's faint voice from inside, repeatedly calling out, "Carlos..."

"Carlos, Mikayla, I'm sorry. I apologize for disturbing your sleep!" Seeing them, Selena felt relieved.

"It's okay, Selena!" Mikayla reassured Selena, before turning to Carlos and adding, "Go in with Selena first!"

The patient was the priority.

"Okay!" After saying that, Carlos followed Selena to Natasha's room.

Mikayla stood at the door because there were too many people inside. She wouldn't be able to help even if she went in.

After a while, Garrett brought in a 40-year-old doctor wearing a white coat.

Mikayla thought it was likely Conor that Myla mentioned at the door.

Their pace was hurried, and Garrett informed Conor about Natasha's situation.

Mikayla stood there, observing the bustling housekeepers, Garrett and Selena, as they hurried in and out. Carlos had yet to emerge from the room since he had entered.

After a long while, Conor emerged from Natasha's room, flanked by Garrett and Selena, stating as he walked, "Ms. Ludwig's condition has stabilized, so let's be mindful not to overstimulate her again." Standing at the door, Mikayla also heard Conor's advice.

"But Natasha is still fine during the day!" Selena was confused.

"Ms. Ludwig's mood must remain stable. Following her recent operation, she has finally reached a state of stability without any signs of rejection. It is crucial to avoid excessive mood fluctuations, as they can potentially trigger a recurrence of her illness," Conor explained kindly to Garrett and Selena.

"All right. We will pay more attention to it during regular times. Thank you, Dr. Guzman," Garrett responded appreciatively to Conor's advice.

"Thank you, Dr. Guzman. I apologize for bothering you at this time!" Selena was feeling emotional and a bit incoherent.

Natasha's sudden illness nearly terrified them to the core.

"Nothing. Ms. Ludwig's illness will take time. Treating it slowly will help her get better and better." Conor seemed to be well-informed about Natasha's condition.

Garrett and Selena were followed by several housekeepers escorting Conor away.

Noticing that there were fewer people in Natasha's bedroom, Mikayla decided to enter. After all, despite Natasha causing problems during the day, she was still a patient and Carlos' sister.

Just then, Carlos came out of the room.

"I heard Dr. Guzman talking about Natasha's illness," Mikayla said as she approached him.

Carlos pressed his lips together, his gaze fixed on Mikayla standing before him. After a considerable pause, he uttered wearily, "Why don't you go and get some rest? I'll most likely stay here tonight to take care of Natasha."

"Okay! Then I'll go back first," replied Mikayla.

Mikayla turned around and heard Natasha's weak voice. "Carlos..."

Mikayla entered the room and changed into her pajamas, but she couldn't seem to shake off her restlessness and fall asleep.

She opened her eyes and glanced at the spot where Carlos had been lying, reminiscing on the intense moments they had just shared.

She thought, 'Fine. I have to sleep! Relying too much on him is not a good sign.'

In the end, Mikayla mustered up the determination to activate her very first automatic hypnosis. 'One sheep, two sheep...'

She didn't know how many sheep she counted before falling asleep.

Upon awakening, Mikayla glanced toward the opposite side of the bed, only to discover that Carlos had not returned throughout the night.

She woke up, freshened up, changed out of her pajamas, applied a touch of sophisticated makeup, styled her hair into a graceful bun, and slipped into a stylish knitted dress...

Her temperament appeared to be quite pleasant.

But after a night, she didn't know how Natasha was feeling.

She considered whether she should go to Natasha's room first.

However, it turned out that she was worrying too much.

As she descended the stairs, the melodic sound of Natasha's clear voice and delightful laughter reached her ears. "Haha. Carlos, I want more!"

Coincidentally, her eyes landed on Carlos, who was feeding Natasha.

He was so familiar with feeding because he had been feeding Natasha since she was a child.

Natasha's smile froze on her plain face when she witnessed Mikayla coming downstairs. "Carlos, I'll do it myself!"

At that moment, Carlos turned around and caught sight of Mikayla making her entrance downstairs.

He handed the empty bowl to Myla and ordered, "Go get another one for Ms. Ludwig."

"Mika, come here!" Carlos called out to her.

Mikayla smiled and walked toward them. "Natasha, are you feeling better?"

"Mikayla, I'm sorry! I'm unsure what went wrong, but I felt ill last night. I had Carlos stand guard throughout the entire night." Natasha looked aggrieved.

"Nothing, as long as you're okay,

we'll be happy. If not, Carlos and I won't feel comfortable leaving later." Mikayla Smiled. She could clearly hear the words directed at her just now Natasha deliberately mentioned that Carlos had stayed with her all night.

She also feigned consideration, but her words made it clear to Natasha that she and Carlos were a married couple and would be leaving.

She thought, 'Natasha, you'd better stop messing around!'

Upon hearing Mikayla's words, Natasha tugged at the hem of Carlos' clothing and asked softly, "Carlos, can you stay one more day?"

At this moment, Myla brought a bowl of oatmeal for Natasha. Carlos took it and fed her, saying, "I need to take care of something. I'll come back to see you later when I have time."

"Okay." Natasha lowered her head, appearing rather glum.

"Ms. Ludwig, please take a seat for a

moment. I'll inform the kitchen to prepare your breakfast." Myla not only attended to Natasha's needs but also had been a dedicated housekeeper at the Ludwig mansion for many years. She spoke to Mikayla with utmost respect.

"Okay," Mikayla responded.

The breakfast was far from enjoyable.

However, Mikayla didn't pay much attention to Natasha's mood. She was concerned that Natasha was overly dependent on Carlos.

If she could leave early, she definitely wanted to do so. That way, she wouldn't have to face Natasha, a pretentious woman who seemed fragile on the outside but harbored complex thoughts within.

Unlike others, she couldn't provoke

or use violence against Natasha. If

Natasha got too stimulated, she might have a heart attack. After all, she only married Carlos. If anything happened to Natasha, she would be hele responsible.