Chapter 8 That's My Girl

Carlos was so rich that many people wanted to use luxury cars, mansions, antiques, paintings, and beautiful girls to try and fawn him.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand what these papers with girls' names, pictures and other information meant.

So when Boris saw Celia's picture, he was shocked.

"Was this sent by the Mo Clan?"

Boris couldn't read his boss' mind, nor did he care to do so.

The silent man suddenly grabbed the document from Boris's hand.

He said, "I want her!"

The loud resolution in his voice shocked Boris.

"And tomorrow, I want those bastards to face me!"

Boris was shocked but immediately replied, "Yes, sir!"

It was almost noon when Celia awoke again.

Her sleepiness had even surprised her, as she often struggled to fall asleep even when staying with the Mo Clan.

Instead, despite being in a strange room, she had slept peacefully for a long time, and it seemed that she felt safe here.

She walked to the French window and opened it. The scent from the outdoors blew into the room.

A large growth of fragrant osmanthus forest came into view, and it looked like a beautiful fairy kingdom under the light.

Celia was drawn out by the dainty yellow colored brush. She followed the fragrance and walked out from the villa.

Indulging in the breeze, the girl raised her head gently. The scarf around her neck was blown up to cover the corners of her mouth. However, her beautiful eyes were closed, showing that she was in a peaceful mood at the moment.

She walked for quite some distance, immersing herself in the growth of the flowers. The fragrance of the breeze made her feel comforted, like she belonged.

It was familiar, cordial, and yearning.

Grace, the housekeeper, came out and when she saw Celia touching the special flowers, her face darkened immediately.

Only this year, a new maid had broken the rules. The maid had decided upon watering the flowers here, but she hadn't known that her actions would anger Carlos so much.

"Fuck off! Don't touch them again. Mind your hands!"

Seeing Celia was touching the delicate flowers, Grace thought she might die on the spot.

Even though Carlos was really interested in Celia, he would not let her go so easily this time.

"Miss." Grace hurried to intervene. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

"No one is allowed to be out here."

"What are you talking about, Grace?"

A low and displeased voice sounded behind her.

Celia turned her head and noticed Carlos. He was standing under the flowering tree that was basked in the sunlight.

Since she met this man, she had felt he always look gloomy. But now, dressed as he was in a white shirt and light casual pants, he seemed to be enveloped in a halo of light. It was as if his words were no longer so cold, and his whole body appeared gentle and elegant.

Although Grace found this change mind-boggling, she didn't say anything about it and just left.

"You've gotten up so early." His lips curved into a slight smile.

Celia's face darkened. She couldn't help but stutter,

"Just taking a walk. I like the scenery here."

Celia paused when she recalled Grace's earlier warning. "Would you mind if I touch these flowers around your family garden?"

"Of course not," Carlos replied, but his eyebrows still scowled slightly. 'It's not 'your family garden', but 'our family garden',' he thought.

"Nice view indeed."

Carlos drew close to her again, his dark eyes staring at her.

With her presence here, the style had changed indeed.

A gust of wind blew, and gauze scarf wrapped around her face, an image of hazy intoxication.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her.

Celia's face flushed red. Except for Ron, she had never been so close to any other man.

The kiss was so sudden that she took an involuntary step back.

Unexpectedly, her waist was tightly encircled by the man's large hands.

Her nose turned a little red, but in the end, she realized the man had said something gentle to her.

"That's my good girl!"

Celia bit her lips purposefully began to slowly walk away. She was enraged by the man's molestation of her. How could he simply take such liberties?

But his behavior was really strange.

Because of the uninvited kiss, she turned very cold to him. Even when he politely inquired what she would like for dinner, she turned a deaf ear to him.

It would have been a lie to say that she was not afraid, but she remained rebellious.

However, Carlos seemed unconcerned by her indifference.

She strolled slowly. Instead of rushing her, he followed quietly next to her.

Perhaps Celia was unaware of the profound intensity of the man's gaze as he follower her, his eyes never leaving her shape.

"I have to return to the university today."

At the dinner table, Celia finally decided to speak up, voicing her plans. After she spoke, she looked at Carlos with a look of extreme elegance and poise.

However, Carlos didn't respond to her question for a long time. As the silence grew, she picked up a glass of water and drank eagerly.

Finally!

"I'll drive you back later,"

Carlos spoke lightly and then continued eating.

"Well, where are my things and my mobile phone?" This was what mattered most!

However, the man's cold eyes were fixated on the food in her plate. She hadn't finished her food yet.

Celia followed his gaze. She immediately picked up her chopsticks and began to move rice from the bowl into her delicate mouth.

The man gestured with his hand upon seeing Celia eat a full bowl of rice. Then Grace handed a canvas bag to Celia.

"Wait, give me your phone," Carlos said suddenly.

Celia was so relieved to finally have her things returned that she didn't think much about it. So she took out her mobile phone and handed it to Carlos.

Whether intentionally or not, Carlos took the phone, and his hand touched hers. At that moment, Celia's heart beat inexplicably quickened.

In that same moment, she realized it was too late when she wanted to snatch the phone back again.

Carlos opened her phone. Her phone's wallpaper caught his eyes, and his face sank.

He suddenly deleted the picture she had used as a wallpaper!

Celia said nothing when she saw the dreadful look on Carlos' face. She was afraid that he might change his mind and refuse to let her to go back to university. Celia didn't dare to make a sound. She just bit her lips and sat there, wrapped in meek uneasiness.

Carlos wore a long face as he took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it. A few minutes later, he returned her phone to her, all the while keeping a poker face.

When Celia took the phone in her hand again, she was speechless.

A photo of his handsome face now covered almost the whole screen. Who would he save to her screen, except himself!

Celia could not help but roll her eyes secretly before looking at him again. Although he still looked cold and distant, there was a faintly complacent smile at the corners of his eyes, which made her unable to resist secretly cursing him, "Childish!"

Of course, she could only think this in her heart and dared not voice it aloud.

"You mustn't change it. Otherwise, you know there will be consequences!"

Carlos warned in a cold voice.

"But didn't we agree to keep our marriage a secret? We can't be caught because of a photo."

With such a huge photo on her phone how would she explain this to others? Should she use the lame excuse that she kept his photo as her screen saver because she had a secret crush on him?

"That's your own business."

"..."

Seeing her angrily pouting, Carlos couldn't help smiling.

This was the side of her that he knew so well.