Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 129

Mikayla couldn't help but marvel at Carlos' excessive spending and romanticism that day. She let him hold her hand; his warm, big hands tightly enveloped hers. Walking on the luxurious carpet, she felt her heart race.

Along the way, crystal frames were placed above crystal pillars similar to the ones at the wedding venue. Some were big, and some small. Under the enchanting light, they looked so bright and clear. Then, she noticed photos of her from childhood to adulthood within the frames, every stage of her life from a newborn to the wedding photos with him.

Mikayla was astonished because Carlos would surprise her every time.

She rarely had time to look through her old photos, but since Carlos displayed them, she could reminisce about her past. It was a meaningful gesture. "Where did you get these photos?" Mikayla asked, looking up at him.

"Garrett and Sylvia." Carlos was very proud, and their names came out of his mouth smoothly.

'Oh, yeah! We're married, so my parents are also his,' she remembered.

"What's this photo?" Mikayla asked, pointing to one of the photos. She should be 12 or 13, wearing a school uniform and sitting in the library. It was obviously a candid photograph.

"I took it when I couldn't help myself and went to see you with Kashton." Carlos didn't deny it.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Mikayla was speechless and thought, 'So Carlos has such a side to him too.'

The photos lined the way to the mansion's living room, and hanging on the wall was an enlarged picture of him kneeling on one knee with flowers in his hands, while she stood before the window. It was monochrome, making it look nostalgic and charming.

"Are you happy?" Carlos asked affectionately.

Mikayla didn't know whether he was asking about the decorations along the way or the mansion's layout.

The style of the house was Epean, not complex, every ornament was delicate and cozy-looking. Either way, she was satisfied.

"I like it very much!" Mikayla smiled. Her likes and dislikes were distinct. She wouldn't force herself to like something she didn't.

"What about me?" Carlos met her gaze and asked, raising his eyebrows, his meaning obvious.

It felt as if only the two of them were in the mansion. Yet, he asked a question like that.

They stood very close to each other. Mikayla suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her face on his strong chest. Her nose was filled with his unique scent. "I like you. I like you very much!"

Mikayla felt her ears burning, but she never liked hiding her feelings, just as she could resolutely leave Jaxon before.

Hearing Mikayla's confession, Carlos smiled more contentedly.

"I like you, too! So, so much! Even I don't know how much I like you." His maic voice sounded.

It took them a long time to separate.

"Let me show you upstairs," Carlos said.

"What's this?" she asked. Only then did Mikayla notice the white flower arrangements and white candles around.

"Oh, this! It's Kashton's father, Mr. Caldwell's doing. He's superstitious. Looking at our birth sign, he said we must keep everything white to keep it traditional so that it's easier for you to..." Carlos paused for a while and continued, "Get pregnant!"

"I'll get pregnant with this?" she asked.

"Of course, I have to work hard too!" Carlos nipped her ear.

Mikayla dodged. "You're so bad, Carlos!"

She thought, 'How can he speak so explicitly? He looks serious on the outside but has such dirty thoughts.'

Carlos held Mikayla in his arms and smiled wickedly. "This isn't bad at all!" He was implying even worse things would happen later on.

"Carlos, what are you doing?" Mikayla screamed, having a bad feeling about him picking her up.

'Fine! I admit that I shouldn't be pretentious anymore since I already married him, but can't he act a little more reserved?' she thought. "I'm carrying you to the room because I can't wait anymore!" Carlos lifted his good-looking eyebrow and looked at her wickedly.

Mikayla wriggled restlessly in his arms, undoubtedly fanning Carlos' lust. "Don't move! We should at least wait until we get to our room, right?" Mikayla was rendered speechless and cussed silently, 'Damn! He's making it sound like I'm the impatient one! Are all men like this at such times?'

Just like that, Carlos carried Mikayla

into their room. The warm colorsz made the space look extra cozy under the crystal chandelier, and their wedding photos were hung on the wall above the bed.

In the photo, Carlos was standing behind her, holding her waist while she looked back. They looked at each other affectionately with the tips of their noses touching.

With that intimate photo as the backdrop, it added fuel to the fire between them at the moment.

She suspected Carlos had done it on purpose.

"Carlos..." she called out and thought, 'Even I don't know why I'm struggling! It's just sleeping together, right?'

"Don't be scared. I won't do anything to you." He put her on the white quilt and got above her. They were so close, then he looked into her eyes and said that.

Mikayla thought that she misheard

him. With their posture and proximity, she could feel the heat from his body through the clothing Yet, he told her he wouldn't do

anything to her. She the

'Who's

going to believe him? Either he's impotent or I'm unattractive. Or maybe he's playing hard to get...' Many thoughts came to her mind.

"Car... Hmm..." Her lips were instantly sealed shut.

She hit him on the shoulder and mused, 'I haven't even said anything yet! Isn't it just sleeping together? It's not like I'll reject him. Does he have to be like this?'

Soft and domineering lips pressed against hers. Broken words came out between her lips. After a while, she closed her eyes and gave up finishing her sentence.

She cursed silently, 'Carlos, you jerk! You lied to me until our wedding and showed your true nature.'

Their kiss continued. Carlos kissed her soft, sweet lips. Mikayla felt like she was losing her mind from his excellent kissing skills and foreplay.

Slowly, her conscious mind began to muddle under his ministration.

Pheromone filled the air, and the passionate kiss lasted for a long time.

His hand stroking her waist also paused.

"Mika, you're so delectable!" His voice was hoarse and seductive. Mikayla didn't doubt she would get pregnant then if his voice could impregnate her.