Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love



Juliet, although grew up in a wealthy family, paid little attention to her eating habits. On the contrary, Elvis was much more refined in his dining etiquette. Despite his underworld connections, Elvis still maintained good manners and grooming.

Upon hearing Juliet's words, Elvis paused in his movements. "This has nothing to do with you," he remarked.

Juliet pouted and continued savoring the delicious food in front of her. With a hearty appetite and a lack of pickiness, Juliet's dream of becoming a slender beauty, as popular as it may be, seemed unattainable. There was a time when she went on a diet specially to please Brantley, who disliked overweight women. She really had a tough time back then.

The aroma of meat would trigger her hunger, and she managed to shed ten pounds in a month. However, after a month, she couldn't resist indulging, resulting in not only regaining her original weight but adding another 11 pounds on top.

In the end, she had to control her diet, avoiding sweets to keep her weight in check. After all, in this day and at this age, one must not disappoint delectable cuisine!

"Elvis, you're already thirty, right? Aren't your parents anxious? Should I introduce you to a reliable girlfriend?" Juliet was quite willing to lend a helping hand in this kind of thing. Besides, if she could find Elvis a girlfriend, then Kashton wouldn't focus on matching her with Elvis anymore, and that would be a win-win situation. 'How clever I am,' she thought.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm done. I'll leave first," Elvis said and wiped his mouth. "From now on, I won't give Kashton a chance to meddle."

Leaving these words behind, Elvis departed, truly taking things too lightly this time.

"Wait for me!" Juliet took a couple more bites, settled the bill with the waiter, and hurried outside.

'Damn, this man really can't handle a couple more words,' Juliet thought to herself.

In the split second before Elvis closed the door, Juliet hopped into the car.

Wiping away the grease stains from the corners of her mouth, Juliet smirked, "Give me a lift. Drive me to Septem Nightclub to pick up the car."

*****

In the end, Carlos still drove the car to Lorenzo's. Only when Lorenzo gave his approval did he dare to act recklessly. Otherwise, he wouldn't feel at

ease.

Mikayla glanced at Carlos and couldn't be bothered to say much. There was no escaping tonight. She had no intention of avoiding it anymore. As long as it was the right time, she could still accept it with Carlos.

Soon, the car stopped outside Lorenzo's clinic.

This was Mikayla's second visit to Lorenzo's clinic, and it seemed just as crowded as before.

Carlos strode with Mikayla towards the clinic without a second thought, passing through the waiting patients and into Lorenzo's office. Carlos looked at the patients who were still being treated.

"I'll be waiting next door for you," Carlos said. Lorenzo, looking puzzled, said to the patients, "Please wait for me a moment."

"Okay, Dr. Saggio." The patient weakly nodded in agreement.

Lorenzo followed Carlos and Mikayla into the adjacent room. "What brings you here?" Lorenzo asked.

Lorenzo was confused, thinking, 'They have only been married for a few days, so why do they come to me now?'

Carlos had a slight sense of impending trouble in his heart.

Mikayla, still maintaining a polite smile, said, "Could you please check my foot again to see if it's completely healed, Mr. Saggio?" "Isn't your foot supposed to be healed by now?" Lorenzo was puzzled, as he remembered discussing this with Carlos before.

"You said her foot wasn't suitable for..." Carlos interjected with a mischievous tone.

Lorenzo suddenly understood and chuckled. "You two managed to wait until now, didn't you?" Clearing his throat, he pretended to speak seriously. "Her foot is completely fine. I have other patients waiting for me, so I won't chat with you further." With that, Lorenzo hurriedly left.

He casually made a joke just to tease Carlos, but Carlos took it seriously. If he didn't leave now, and Carlos got upset, that would spell trouble. After all, he made Carlos refrain from doing that on their wedding day.

"Wait for me here," Carlos said to Mikayla as he followed Lorenzo out.

Not long after, Mikayla heard Lorenzo let out a painful exclamation.

Judging by Lorenzo and Carlos's expressions earlier, Mikayla didn't need to think twice to understand what had happened. Remembering Carlos's suppressed expression during intimate moments, it wasn't surprising Carlos would be upset.

"Mikayla, let's go! Let's go home!" Carlos took Mikayla's hand and led her away.

On the way back to the villa, Carlos drove very fast. The usual journey of over half an hour was completed in just over ten minutes. The traffic lights along the way couldn't stop his speeding.

"Carlos, slow down!" Mikayla glanced at the man beside her, his profile looking determined, lips tightly pressed together, his face showing signs of restraint.

"It's nothing, just a few speeding tickets," Carlos replied nonchalantly.

'All right. Do whatever you want with your money,' Mikayla thought.

Upon their return to the villa, the housekeeper, Dexter, had already prepared dinner and set the table. Seeing them come back, he prepared to leave. "Join us for dinner, Dexter." Mikayla invited him.

"Thank you, Mrs. Ludwig, but I have already eaten," Dexter replied before excusing himself.

Mikayla didn't insist, heading towards the dining room.

During this meal, Mikayla had never seen Carlos eat so eagerly.

Despite his haste, he didn't rush Mikayla. Seeing her still eating, Carlos got up and headed towards Dexter's room.

Mikayla was guessing whether Carlos was telling Dexter not to come out.

It seemed like he wanted the whole world to know that he was going to have sex with Mikayla tonight.

When Carlos returned, Mikayla had already finished eating.

"Mikayla, let's go back to our room!" Carlos tried to suppress his urgent emotions. Behind him, it was as if there was a brilliant light shining,

and he reached out his shine

fingers towards her, making an inviting gesture.

Mikayla said nothing.

Setting down her napkin, Mikayla placed her delicate fingers on his hand.

Everything seemed to be falling into place at that moment.

"Mikayla, you go back to the room and wait for me. I'll go get a bathrobe and come over," Carlos said as he headed to the room next to Mikayla's. As Mikayla turned the doorknob and opened her door, Carlos suggested, "Perhaps you could take a bath first."

Tonight would be their first time together, so they needed to be fully prepared to create a perfect night and cherish the memories. Carlos was looking forward to it.

Mikayla wasn't sure what she would face tonight. But Juliet had mentioned that the first time to have sex could hurt.

Of course, Juliet hadn't experienced it. She gained the knowledge from some romance movies. She wasn't sure if what was said in these was true. Mikayla entered the bathroom with her nightgown, turning on the shower to cleanse her body.

This shower seemed to take a long time. White blow-drying her hair, she looked in the mirror and noticed the rosy flush on her cheeks from the shower, as well as some marks on her neck.

Opening the bathroom door released a wave of heat and fragrances, making Carlos's restless heart even more excited.

The fiery impulse within his body roamed around wildly, causing his whole body to tense up intensely.