The president's seventh bride

Chapter 62: Phony couple

She ran all the way to the beach, and indeed she saw Carlos there.

Taking up her stride and walking towards him step by step, standing beside him, she said, "Don't think

I'm here to apologize to you, I don't feel sorry for you, Carlos."

Carlos looked askance at her and said coldly, "I don't think you should appear in front of me now."

"I come to find you, of course there is a reason for this."

"No matter what your reason is, I can choose not to listen to it."

"You don't have the choice not to listen, instead you have to listen to me clearly!"

Alicia met his cold eyes and said word by word, "Yes, you have suffered a lot, you were abandoned by

the woman you loved the most. You have every right to be sad, depressed, heart-broken, but you have

no reason to give up yourself, like today, even if it is the day that the woman abandoned you, so what?

Your life is given to you by your mother, not by her, so who is she to ruin such an important day? Our

birthday is our mother's day of suffering, and how can we forget the person in this world who gave us

life just to escape from the hurt feelings? Is is worse than the pain that our mother experienced on that

day, decades ago, in order to give us life?"

"You have not been betrayed by anyone, so stop talking nonsense. It is always easy to say than to do.

My life is not as precious to me as you think, it can either get by, or discontinue anytime and

anywhere."

Alicia did not expect him to say such irresponsible words, she got enraged instantly and roared, "Then

fine, since your life is so worthless, you care so little, then the sea is ahead of you. You now should

bury your life that you think can disappear at any time, anywhere, lest your family be sad for you now!"

"Do you think I don't dare to?"

Carlos curled his lips to force a smile, he then took a step forward to the center of the sea, Alicia

watched him walk further and further away, the seawater engulfed his legs, his waist, and was just

about to engulf his back, she suddenly lost control of herself and chased after him, running into the

seawater, and hugged his waist tightly, crying out sadly.

"Well, since you want to die, then I'll accompany you, After all, years ago, I already had such a

thought... "

Alicia's tears fell down to his back, and then into the sea. This boundless sea, how can it understand

that one drop of a tear was carrying a burden that was heavier than thousands of stones.

Carlos paused and looked back, "You are such a stupid woman. Don't you feel pity to accompany a

bastard like me to die?"

"In your eyes, we are just a phony couple only with a marriage license but not a real couple, but in my

eyes, you are already a family member to me, even if there is no love between us, I will not leave you

alone and will always be by your side, no matter how you treat me."

Carlos was deeply touched by her words, and turned around to tidy up her wet hairs on her face, said,

"You are really a stupid woman. Do you really think I am so vulnerable? The disappointment of love has

indeed caused me indelible pain, but it's not so serious that makes me lose hope of living, and even if I

want to die, it's the day three years ago, not today."

"Then why are you going into the sea? Why let me think that you really have no hope of living?"

"Just to clear my mind, I don't deny that you're right, our lives don't belong to us, so we can't kill it for

any reason."

"Do you really think so?"

The tears on Alicia's eyes shone under the moonlight, and when she saw Carlos nodding, she finally

smiled through tears.

"Thank you, thank you for being willing to listen to my words."

She was really happy, very, very happy.

Carlos reached out and gently wiped her tears and said with emotion, "You are a very warm woman.

The one who should say thank you is me, thank you for putting up with my bad temper, thank you for

not giving up on me like other women."

"I don't want you to say thank you, if you really want to thank me, then can you promise to overcome

your PTSD like you helped me overcome my claustrophobia, please? It may be a little difficult, but as

you said, there is no difficulties that can't be overcome as long as you persist, everything that happens

to us in our daily lives is determined by how we feel, if our heart feels hurt, it will be hurt, but if our heart

feels unhurt, it won't be so easy to get hurt."

Carlos stared at her for a long time without saying anything, and then suddenly lifted one of her hands

and put it on his wet chest, "Until last year, this place was cold always like this, but not today."

He unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and showed his chest. It was not the first time that Alicia saw his

bare chest, but was the first time to find surprisingly that there was a tattoo in the place where his heart

beats-a word, a person's name, Dulcie.

Whether it was in the hotel pool in T City last time, or the day before, Alicia had never noticed that such

a word existed in that place.

"Just how much love is there to have her name on his heart?"

She questioned with great loss and sadness.

"When one day you really love someone, by then, it will all make sense."

"So, there is no way to forget her now?"

"I will try. Because of your words, I want to be a normal person now, so I will try my best in the future,

little by little to forget this word on my heart, as well as the person."

Carlos was not impulsive, but really made up his mind. The next day, he came to the tattoo store,

standing in front of the store, looking at the familiar sign, but felt a slight sting in his heart. Five years

ago, when he first came here, he was with Dulcie, and now here again, everything had changed.

The person who was with him back then, had long gone.

The tattoo artist still recognized him, and warmly greeted him, "Master Carlos, what a surprise to see

you here!"

Everyone knew him, not to mention the tattoo artist. In B City, people who didn’t know him were rarer

than dinosaurs.

"If it's the time now, just help me to wash off my tattoo."

The tattoo artist froze, and nodded dully, "I am always here for you, but why would you want to wash it

off?"

"It means nothing to me now."

Carlos responded indifferently.

"Okay."

It was not good to ask too much about other people’s private affairs. Although this tattoo artist still

clearly remembered the happy face of that young man who came to his place to have his beloved

girlfriend’s name on his heart.

"Master Carlos, please excuse me, may I ask where is your girlfriend back then? Did you break up?"

The tattoo artist was washing the tattoo on his chest, while trying to ask.

"Yes."

"What a pity, I have tattooed for people for twenty years, I have also tattooed many couples like you,

but I have never seen a couple like you who are willing to have each others’ name on the chest."

"Each other?"

Carlos frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"

Back then, although Dulcie came here with him, but he was afraid that she might be in pain, so he

changed his mind and didn't agree to let her do the tattoo on her chest.

"Don't you know? Your little girlfriend later came to me alone to have your name on her chest."

His body suddenly froze, "When did it happen?"

The tattoo artist said, "About three years ago, I remember it seemed to be the ninth day of the ninth NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

month of the lunar calendar, because the next day, is the anniversary of my wife's death."

Carlos sat up suddenly, and pressed his shoulders and asked hurriedly, "Are you sure?"

The tattoo artist was startled by him, nodded in a panic, "Yes, I'm sure... "

His hands suddenly dropped down, and he looked extremely painful, and dully took out a few hundred

dollars from his wallet and handed it to him, then he blankly walked away.

"Master Carlos, your tattoo has not been washed off yet."

The tattoo artist chased out, yelling at him.

He waved his hand, saying anything, then opened the car door, and got into the car and started the

engine, and drove away.

Carlos was driving aimlessly in the city. The tattoo on his chest had only washed a half, but he felt more

painful now than the time when a whole word was wrote on his chest. After three years, the first time he

felt confused, he didn’t understand what the woman did.

The tattoo artist said that the day after the ninth of September was the anniversary of his wife's death,

but he must not know that the day after the ninth of September was also the day of the big wedding

between Carlos and Dulcie.

If she wanted to leave him, she must have been planned it long ago. If that was the case, then why

would she want to have his name on her chest before their wedding?