The president's seventh bride

The setting sun emitting soft light, neither intense nor dazzling, it was quite warm.

Alicia returned home after finishing her work at school. The large living room being empty, she went upstairs directly, pushed open the door of Carlos' bedroom, and walked straight to her secret room. Suddenly she stopped halfway and glanced to the right, being quite speechless.

Carlos actually had someone change the bed, which was a white one with black bedding yesterday. Today it had been replaced with a black one with white bedding. She walked around the bed for three times, without being able to wrap her head around why he hated women to such an extent...

Even if she touched his bed, couldn't he just change the bedding? Was it necessary to change the bed too? No wonder that he was much more likely to be divorced for being so hard to live with.

Alicia heaved a sigh, and turned into her secret room. After changing her professional attire, she went downstairs again and saw Aurora, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. In a flash of wit, she thought that since Aurora was a straightforward person, maybe she could learn something about Carlos from her.

"Aurora."

She called softly, and Aurora, who was immersing herself in her mobile phone, looked up and replied sweetly, "Yes, Alicia."

"Where's Mom?"

went to the Imperial Mountain," Aurora bantered with her, "To thank God for blessing her with a good

and sat down beside her. After looking around to make sure there was nobody else at home, she said, "Can

"Sure, what's it?"

really

your brother get married and

"Well..."

new wife of my brother like to ask

felt a little

of them before, but since you asked, I'll tell you a

brother almost has no passion for women. He's also quite picky in many daily details. As time went by, even an

agree more with her on

never let a woman stay in our house for three months. Either she takes the initiative to leave, or he will try to force her to leave. Do you know how mean he is? His