Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 179

Sylvia seemed to be lost in memories.

"He askedout 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 scaredto death. | thought scheesy 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, | was with Jorge, and | 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. | was hoping that one day

my real mom would cand 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 tago. It's okay. It was my fault last tfor 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. |

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.

"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.

"Senda 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 | 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 gettingfired up. | 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 stoner 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 handsand

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 end draped to the side, the length reaching only to the middle of 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 seducetonight?" 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 ita 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.

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.