Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

It was clear Mikayla wanted nothing more to do with Deidre.

Observing Mikayla's departure, Deidre snapped sharply, "Do you honestly think Natasha, Carlos’ sister, is a

saint? She's a snake!"

Back at her office, Mikayla struggled to focus on her work. Deidre's words and the shocking photographs from

the newspaper continued haunting her thoughts.

She pushed herself to concentrate, but her productivity lagged. As the workday ended, her tasks remained

incomplete, so she gathered her materials and headed hto finish them.

Once Mikayla settled into Carlos' car, a hush again fell over the atmosphere.

Eventually, Carlos broke the silence.

"Did Deidre cto see you today?" he asked.

Surprised that Carlos was aware, she chose to be honest with him.

"Yes, she cby in the afternoon," Mikayla stated.

"Are you afraid of me?" Carlos inquired as his grip on the steering wheel tightened, unnoticed by Mikayla.

Mikayla paused before she responded, "I'll try to adjust to your lifestyle over time."

Growing up, she was shielded from the harsh world of brutality and murder. At most, she only knew the

troublemaker Xavier and his occasional schoolyard scuffle. The only other significant event was that car

accident.

While she may not comprehend Carlos' world entirely, she consciously chose to stand by him and was resolved

to face everything that came. Each person had their own journey, and Carlos likely had his reasons for his

forceful approach to matters.

"Thank you, Mika," Carlos replied, his demeanor finally easing as a faint smile graced his lips.

Fear gripped him at the mere thought of Mikayla leaving him after hearing Deidre's words.

Mikayla also noticed a pattern in Carlos’ behavior. Before anything, he would treat her to a meal first, worried

that she might be hungry.

Last night, as Mikayla stepped onto the electronic scale, she discovered she had gained 11 pounds.

She was genuinely impressed by Carlos and credited him with the weight she had put on.

She was well aware that she needed to repay the kindness she had been showered at spoint. However, this

was a subject for future discussion.

After pulling up in front of a clinic, Carlos stepped out of the car and opened the door for Mikayla.

The clinic sign appeared weathered, and the building itself was massive. Despite the late hour, a crowd lingered

outside, waiting in line.

Carlos swiftly escorted Mikayla past the waiting crowd and directly to Lorenzo's office.

When Lorenzo spotted them, he requested Carlos to take Mikayla to the adjacent room and wait. Lorenzo

assured them that he would join them shortly, right after attending to the present patient. Carlos nodded and

expertly ushered Mikayla into the adjoining room.

To be exact, the room seemed designated for patients requiring overnight stays or IV therapy.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll check when he's available," Carlos said, smoothing out the bedding for Mikayla to

sit on.

"No need. Mr. Sagwill cover once he's done. Let's take a moment to sit down," she proposed. She wasn't

in a rush and figured waiting a little longer wouldn't hurt.

The room only had the hospital bed available for seating.

Carlos settled in next to Mikayla, striking up a relaxed conversation.

Although engaged, the awkward circumstances of sitting together on the hospital bed made Carlos acutely

aware of the need to exercise restraint.

‘Lorenzo will be here any second now," he thought.

"Do you chere often?" she asked. She seldom stepped foot in the hospital, let alone a clinic of this nature.

"Occasionally. | usually bring Kashton here," Carlos replied absentmindedly.

Oooo

"That makes sense. | suppose people like you hardly ever get Mikayla commented. Her

injured

feet dangled above the ground, utterly oblivious to Carlos' reaction.

"I usually have fewer injuries compared to Kashton," he said.

"Well, | better head out first," Carlos said, slightly flustered. With that, he swiftly exited the room.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Mikayla's mouth. She was far from naive. His behavior made what was

going through his mind crystal clear.

Shortly after, Carlos reappeared at

the door, informing Mikayla, "Mr. Sagwill be here soon. I'll be right back." He needed a smoke to collect his

thoughts. Sensing her faint aroma inside the room, he realized he had to depart before succumbing to his

desires.

"Carlos!" Mikayla's voice halted him just as he was about to shut the door.

Upon hearing her voice, she locked eyes with him and beckoned, "Chere."

Carlos approached her, thinking she needed assistance.

Seated on the bed, she looked away and quietly said, "Closer."

It was the first ttaking the lead and initiating contact, which felt exhilarating.

'l really want to have her right now,' he thought.

Their lips locked in a prolonged kiss.

Once they parted, her face turned rosy as she gasped for air, teasingly remarking, "Consider it a prenuptial

perk."

"Why don't you givemore then?" Carlos quipped.

Then, he clung to her delicate lips once more.

Ultimately, she ensnared him, making him lose his rationality.

"Ahem..." a voice interrupted.

‘Talk about rotten luck! Freshly single, and now this? How am | supposed to survive this lonely night?’ Lorenzo

grumbled inwardly.

He'd prefer not to intrude on the lovebirds if he didn't have patients waiting.

Instead of jumping up right away, Carlos positioned himself so that his tall frshielded Mikayla.

"Mr. Saggio, please leave first," he suggested.

Lorenzo's lips pursed in response to Carlos’ words. Before departing, the doctor reminded them, "Remember to

close the door before getting too cozy next time. Don't worry, I'm not a stranger."

Mikayla observed Carlos' serene expression while she was nearly in tears.

'What does that have to do with being a stranger? How am | supposed to face people now?' she thought,

flustered.