Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love



Sylvia seemed to be lost in memories.

"He asked me out just to catch up. We talked about old times. He knows I'm married now, with a happy family and a daughter. He was genuinely happy for me. He praised you before me, saying you're even better than me." Sylvia said.

At this point, Sylvia smiled.

"It almost scared me to death. I thought some cheesy plot twist from the book was coming and Mikayla was Kevin's child." Juliet couldn't resist chiming in.

Mikayla said, tapping the driver's seat, "You are ridiculous."

"How is that possible? Kevin has been abroad for years. Because of that, I was with Jorge, and I got pregnant with Mikayla," Sylvia patiently explained, without blaming Juliet.

Juliet let out a sigh of relief, patting her chest, thinking, 'So it's all made up in books. I was hoping that one day my real mom would come and claim me.'

"Sorry, Mom." Mikayla affectionately linked arms with Sylvia, resting her head on her shoulder. She had thought Sylvia would avoid talking about the past like last time, but Sylvia surprised her by bringing it up.

Mikayla knew that it was a big hurdle for someone to talk about past sorrows, and yet she still brought up Sylvia's. She thought, 'Mom must be feeling uneasy.'

"Mikayla, those were all things a long time ago. It's okay. It was my fault last time for not explaining things clearly to you and not knowing where to start, which led to the misunderstanding. It's good that I said it now. I feel a lot better having it off my chest." Sylvia patted Mikayla's hand and said, her face filled with relief.

"Does Dad know about what happened between you and Kevin?" Mikayla asked, raising her eyes.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"I'm not sure if Jorge knows about this. He probably does. When we get back, I'll explain it to him." Sylvia's voice was soft and gentle.

"Dad will understand," Mikayla said.

"Okay," Sylvia replied.

Juliet glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror, looking at Mikayla and Sylvia. She thought, 'Mom is such a strange word.' Juliet drove Sylvia back home, and Mikayla waved goodbye to Juliet. Afterward, Juliet also drove Mikayla to her and Carlos's mansion. "Send me a message when you get home." Mikayla got out of the car and instructed.

"Alright. If you don't go in now, Carlos might flip my house's roof." Juliet started the car and waved towards Mikayla.

Watching Juliet's burgundy car vanish before her eyes, Mikayla finally stepped into the mansion.

She had a lingering sense of unease, always feeling that Brantley's feelings towards Juliet were not as pure as they seemed on the surface. She hoped that this was just her imagination.

Entering the mansion, only Carlos was sitting on the sofa in casual attire, watching a political show. It was just the two of them in the house. At this hour, Dexter probably had already taken a nap.

"Back so late?" Carlos turned off the TV with the remote control.

Mikayla kicked off her heels and walked towards Carlos, who naturally opened his arms, enveloping her in a hug, and planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

"I met Mom on the way back, and also that pianist Kevin from last time." Mikayla leaned against him. She always felt that this hug was both warm and comfortable, with a faint, fresh scent after a shower.

"What's wrong?" Carlos stroked her soft hair, sensing that she was not in a good mood.

"I can't believe I doubted Mom and Kevin," Mikayla said. She felt ashamed of herself.

"Don't overthink it. Even if they were together, it's all in the past. Besides, everyone has a history that's kept hidden, right?" Carlos said.

Upon hearing Carlos's words, Mikayla met his gaze and asked, "You knew?" His response was just a slight raise of his eyebrows, maintaining a neutral demeanor.

"You knew." Mikayla pouted.

"Alright, let's go upstairs and shower. You said we could make love tonight." Carlos narrowed his eyes.

Feeling a sharp pain in her buttocks, Mikayla jumped up suddenly, thinking, 'Carlos dared to pinch my butt.'

Mikayla was speechless. She seemed to have truly forgotten about that incident.

With his reminder, her face couldn't help but turn red.

Mikayla thought, 'He always wants to have sex. Probably mentioned it a few times today already.' Mikayla bit her lip and gave Carlos a stern, seemingly warning glare.

"Mika, you're getting me fired up. I wouldn't mind making love with you right here," Carlos' apple moved slightly as his pink tongue lightly licked his thin lips. He thought, 'Mikayla knows how to tempt me.'

Mikayla thought, 'Carlos is a completely different person when he takes off his suit.'

She didn't bother arguing with Carlos anymore, so she briskly ascended the stairs. Even though they were going to be intimate tonight, she wasn't outgoing about doing that kind of thing in the living room.

The warm water from the shower fell on Mikayla's delicate and fair skin, instantly turning it pink. With a mist rising, her graceful figure appeared tantalizingly seductive, tempting to the extreme.

Mikayla took a long shower today, not to delay time, but to wash away the weariness of the day and prepare for what comes next. Since this is what Carlos wants, she'll give it to him. She wasn't shy about it either.

After blow-drying her wet hair, Mikayla patted some toner on her face and then left the bathroom.

Carlos, who was outside the bathroom, had already put on his robe. With one hand supporting his handsome and charming cheek, he kept staring at Mikayla upon hearing the bathroom door handle click.

"Mikayla chose not to wear her usual

conservative pajamas tonight. Instead, she wrapped a towel

around her chest, leaving one endet

draped to the side, the length

reaching only to the middlet

her

thighs. Her legs were straight and as white as snow. Each step-she took seemed to captivate Carlos's eyes and stir his heart.

"Mika, are you intentionally trying to seduce me tonight?" Carlos said.

"Are you satisfied, Carlos?" Mikayla's voice was soft and enchanting, captivating the heart.

Carlos propped himself up,

extending his long arm effortlessly to embrace Mikayla into his arms. The towel on her loosened slightly, on the verge of slipping off as if a light tug of a finger could make it slide down her tender skin.

His gaze fell on her face, which had a slight pink flush from bathing, unable to look away.

"Of course. Thank you, Mika," Carlos said, kissing her earlobe.

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His palm caressed her fair, soft shoulder exposed to the air, feeling as smooth as cream. Her cheeks were rosy, her skin like snow, all alluring and tender. Beneath the long eyelashes, there were pairs of eyes full of tenderness and affection.

Carlos couldn't hold back anymore. With a slight movement, the towel, which was the only barrier, had long slipped off unnoticed.