Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

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.

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.

only the two of them were in the mansion. Yet, he asked a question like

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

confession, Carlos smiled

so much! Even I don't know how much

a long time to

show you upstairs,"

notice the white flower arrangements

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

pregnant with

I have to work hard too!" Carlos nipped

"You're so bad,

so explicitly? He looks serious on the

smiled wickedly. "This isn't bad at all!" He was implying even worse things would

doing?" Mikayla screamed, having a bad feeling about him

admit that I shouldn't be pretentious anymore since I already married him, but can't

because I can't wait anymore!" Carlos lifted his good-looking

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

like that, Carlos carried

space look extra cozy

photos were hung

above the

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

Carlos had

she called out and thought, 'Even I don't

on the white quilt and got above her. They were so close, then he

thought that

their