Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 415: Honey, Go Easy—It Hurts (Part 7)

Carla felt that she had slept particularly well last night.

It seed like she had a dream, dreaming of turning clouds and rain with Alexander Kingsley in bed...

No, no.

Not in bed, apparently, it was in the car?

That’s right, yes, it was in the car, wasn’t it? Did he co back last night?

Moreover, she rembered going to a bar to drink, and he personally went to pick her up, didn’t he?

Thinking of this, she suddenly opened her eyes.

A ray of sunlight filtered in through the window, warmly casting over the soft, thick carpet. She wriggled under the blanket a little.

Her eyes scanned the room; there was no sign of Alexander Kingsley. Could it be that last night was really a dream? That indescribably vivid feeling... was it truly a dream?

She suddenly sat up...

"Hiss"

Her legs were soft and sore, causing her to imdiately fall back onto the big bed. She paused for a mont, then looked at herself. What she saw made her jump in shock—her whole body was covered in ambiguous marks...

Her whole body was adorned with hickeys of varying depths.

Oh my god!

Last night, Alexander really ca back, and as soon as he did, he touched her... kissing her all over like that, how much did he like her body?

He had no idea how to be gentle, using so much force, and now her waist was sore and her legs were weak—ugh, Alexander is such a bastard!

Who said he was gay!

Who said he liked n!

You co out and tell —how could such a fierce man, such a lustful man, be gay? Where does he look like he likes n? That scoundrel spreading rumors, co out, and Carla promises to give you a good beating!

Sore waist, weak legs.

When she got out of bed to walk, her legs were trembling.

Boo-hoo-hoo.

With a stumble, she fell onto the floor. Luckily, the floor was covered in a soft, thick carpet, so it didn’t hurt when she fell...

Oh my god.

Alexander Kingsley, Admiral!

From now on, Carla will definitely stay far away from you!

Carla pursed her lips, stumbling into the bathroom. She complained in the bathroom for a long ti: "Alexander, from now on, Carla will sleep in a separate room from you, boo-hoo-hoo!"

Why was her voice so hoarse?

Could it be from drinking too much? Is this how it is the next morning? Moreover, her throat felt a bit sore!

Boo-hoo.

My god.

This... must be because she drank too much last night, right? From villa number eight with Olivia, Olivia drinking milk, she drinking alcohol, then Olivia locked the door, and she... climbed out the window... taking a trip to the Sumr Palace.

Then running into Albert Kingsley and Peggy Carr "doing sothing" on the sofa, and not only that, they insulted her and Alexander. Unable to stand it, Carla rushed up and gave Peggy Carr two slaps.

Oh, the satisfaction.

Alas.

Albert Kingsley couldn’t defeat Carla now, with his inept skills, he could only stand aside, swallowing his grievances, unable to voice his bitterness, watching Peggy get beaten, and he could only get angry!

Later on, she went to the bar and while drinking, she was picked up by a man. The familiar hormone scent flooded her nose—it was Alexander, for sure, she would not mistake him.

He held her, lifted her little face and gave her a fierce kiss, only letting go when she was out of breath, even giving her a playful spank on her little butt, as if punishing her.

Then, he carried her to the car...

And like that, in the car, he wanted her...

He was domineering to an unparalleled extent, alternating between gentle and forceful... possessively claiming her.

Thinking back, Carla’s cheeks flushed red, she bit her lip, collected herself, and only then turned on the faucet to wash up.