The president's seventh bride

Chapter 17: Club Dancer' Child

Alicia suddenly realized that it was no wonder that each time crab meat appeared on the Noel-Baker

family's table, she enjoyed it while Carlos never touched it. It wasn't because he didn't like sharing food

with her, but because he didn't like crab meat. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

After lunch, Alicia pointed upstairs and said, "I haven't taken some stuff in the hurry for the wedding. I'd

go up first and attend to it."

Carlos lazily nodded, and Colton and Holly began to please him immediately when Alicia went upstairs.

They kept complimenting and spluttering one after another, but Carlos didn't listen to a single word.

"Mom and Dad, Alicia asked you to come. She has something to tell you alone."

Alicia stood on the stairs and looked at the three sitting by the sofa with the gentlest smile.

The couple looked at each other meaningfully, and Colton stood up first and said, "Carlos, excuse us,

please. There are comfortable rooms there for you to take a rest. If you'd like to..."

"I will help myself, thanks. Please go ahead."

Carlos waved them away. As a business Emperor, he could make out that they wanted to flatter him.

When the couple went upstairs side by side, Mia immediately came beside Carlos and said

enthusiastically, "Carlos, are you bored in the house? Would you like to walk in the back garden with

me? "

"Fine."

He walked outside at a vigorous pace, and his posture was indescribably impressive. Mia looked fondly

at him, for none of her ex-boyfriends could compare with him—irrespective of lineage, his appearance

alone beat a dozen exes.

She had never seen such a good-looking man, especially when he smiled. Not as warm as sunshine

though, Carlos was like a sweet dew falling from the sky, rippling in her heart.

"Carlos, do you love my sister very much?"

Alicia nervously asked this disturbing question.

Carlos stopped and looked at a rare stapelia pulchella, and changed the subject calmly, "Is this

transplanted from Batis Island?"

"Well, yes, I didn't expect you to not only excel in business but also know flowers and plants."

"I've just heard it mentioned."

He went on, and Mia took a deep breath and lost her cool, "Actually, I was the one to marry you."

"What?"

Carlos raised his eyebrow, not knowing what she meant by that.

"It was I that applied to be your wife that day, but mom was afraid that she'd be held biased as Alicia's

mother died early. So the opportunity was offered to Alicia."

"You and Alicia are half-sisters?"

"Yes, she was born by a club dancer when my dad was young."

Mia intended to reveal the identity of Alicia's mother as a club dancer, which was very dishonorable,

equivalent to the hostess. And a daughter born to a hostess carried on her bloodline, even if not her

profession.

The look on his face changed sharply as she wished, but what he said next made her fall from the

clouds to the bottom of the valley, which was not exactly as she had expected.

"How would you know that I'll marry you if you hadn't given up the opportunity?" He looked at her up

and down, "Is it your beauty, wisdom, or accomplishment that makes you so assured? Whatever, you

are nothing to me, so even if it weren't her, it will never be you."