Chapter 68 The Sly Cat

People said Celia was not Sally, but he didn't believe it!

He had taught her to swim when she was a child, so he didn't need to worry that she couldn't swim.

"Sir and madam..."

Grace had stayed there for a long time, but she couldn't bear it and ran to Carlos. She broke out in a
cold sweat.

Although it has not been confirmed that Mrs. Gu is pregnant, but all the signs are clear.

She was really afraid that Mrs. Gu would be in danger if things went on like this.

Just when Grace came over and was about to tell Carlos that she might be pregnant, she saw the
smile on Sir's face the next second.

Celia had kept floating in the water.

She was wet all over. She slid to the edge of the pool awkwardly. When she was about to climb up, the
man standing by the shore extended his hand to her.

Just like many years ago when she was learning to swim, she was carried up from the water by him.

"You little naughty." He pressed his face against hers and rebuked her with a smile.

She knew how to swim, but she did not tell the truth.

With a pale face, Celia bit the man's arm mercilessly until it was bleeding.

It was said that drowning people could swim. In England, she almost had an accident to save a little
girl, so she was afraid of water later.



But today, God knew what the man was crazy about. He just threw her into the water. It was so
disgusting.

Seeing that Celia was fine, Grace heaved a long sigh of relief.

However, she didn't understand what Carlos wanted to do. 'Is he not afraid that Celia will be drowned in
the pond?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she felt. Carlos could do anything to such a loving
wife, let alone a servant like her.

On the other hand, when Grace felt the coldness coming from the top of her head to the bottom of her
feet, a lady's face and words came to her mind.

No matter how the lady threatened her, she didn't dare to take any further action.

Back in his bedroom, Carlos took a shower and changed his clothes to go out.

On the bed there, with a long face, Celia looked at the man, who was looking for a hair dryer, and said
in a cold voice.

"Are you crazy, Carlos?"

"Yes." He nodded and praised leisurely. "Celia, I'm glad to see you. You're awesome!"

"……"

At the thought of this, Celia was even more furious. "You are insane! You are insane!"

"Celia, you're a medical expert? Could you please help me cure Celia? "

"Incurable disease!"



She was in a bad mood since she was pushed into the river.

Listening to her, the man laughed instead. "Okay, Celia. I'll listen to you."

I've been desperate for you!

Hearing his understatement and thinking about what happened in the past few days, Celia's anger was
getting stronger and stronger somehow.

She bit her lips and tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't help crying.

Mixed up with all kinds of complicated emotions, she cried weakly.

Carlos didn't expect that she would cry. He put down the hair dryer and walked to her quickly to hug her
into his arms. He was in a panic now.

"Celia, don't cry. It's all my fault."

"It's all my fault. Why don't you push me into the river and let me stay under the water?"

He lifted her up and let her sit on his laps.

Celia Ling cried not only because he had thrown her into the water, but because she could feel her
mood swing violently in front of such a powerful man. She was utterly discomfited.

She seemed to be completely controlled by him, and such crying was more like a way to vent.

No matter what he said, she just couldn't stop crying.

"Please don't cry, Celia."



He wiped her tears off her face as she calmed down. He knew she wouldn't listen to him no matter
what he said to her.

He put his arm around her shoulder and made her lean on his chest. He took her little fair hand and
wrote English letters on her palm.

"b——a——b——y"

Carlos continued writing.

"s——m——i——l——e"

Sally was afraid of feeling itchy, especially when he wrote on her palm in the past, she would giggle
and fall in his arms.

But now.

Carlos wrote these words in Celia's palm. There was no change in her eyes, not to mention any
response from her.

Carlos was surprised. He looked at his hand that was holding Celia's left hand again.

The medical report showed that there was something wrong with her left hand and her perception
ability degenerated greatly.

He let go of her left hand and held the other one. As he had expected, she couldn't help but shudder
when he started to write. She hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand.

He hugged her. "Afraid of itchy?"

He continued to hold her hand and touched the lines on her palm with his fingers.



Finally, the words came out of her pink lips. "It itches."

Celia Ling could not help smiling. She complained.

Carlos said, holding her tighter. "Celia, don't cry any more. You're going to be a kitten."

She pouted and murmured. "You are the bad guy!"

Hearing her words, he looked at her with eager eyes.

Her eyes met his. What? He was the only one who could say that to her, while she was the only one
who was not allowed to say that?

Suddenly, the man's face showed an uncontrollable smile.

"Since Celia has said so, the bad guy cat is going to do something bad."

His handsome face enlarged in front of her, and his breath had taken away in a moment.

His hot kiss made her shiver in his arms.

"Honey..."

Looking at the woman whose eyes were full of tears, he smiled even happier.

The man had a too handsome face. It would be fine if he didn't smile. But his smile was so charming
that it spread freely.

She saw the look in his eyes changed and tried to stop him.

"No, Sven is still here."



"He's asleep."

"But what if he..."

She couldn't win him in the end.

Everything seemed to be on track. The appearance of Sven and Ashley didn't seem to be as serious
and terrible as Celia had thought.

It was weekend, Celia gradually realized that Carlos' physical condition was very serious.

When she arrived at the manor, she didn't pay much attention to it. She only knew that he had the habit
of sleeping late and waking up early, but she didn't know that was the result of his insomnia for many
years.

As Celia came to the hospital, Carlos naturally encountered delicacies.

At half past six in the morning, Celia got up and found that the man had already gone.

After she got everything ready, she went out for a walk and saw Carlos playing tennis.

Boris stood by and waited.

He was tall and straight in the morning light and wearing a white sport suit.

As the ball that the tennis machine kept shooting, he could hit the ball freely every time.

Besides, he was good at changing his left and right hands.

She thought that he might have been able to use his left hand because of the practice.



While she was thinking, she remembered the golden medal she saw in the closet, and she seemed to
know something in an instant.

The man on the other end of the line saw her and waved to her. "Come here."


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