The president's seventh bride

The setting sun emitting soft light, neither intense nor dazzling, it was quite warm.

Alicia returned home after finishing her work at school. The large living room being empty, she went upstairs directly, pushed open the door of Carlos' bedroom, and walked straight to her secret room. Suddenly she stopped halfway and glanced to the right, being quite speechless.

Carlos actually had someone change the bed, which was a white one with black bedding yesterday. Today it had been replaced with a black one with white bedding. She walked around the bed for three times, without being able to wrap her head around why he hated women to such an extent...

Even if she touched his bed, couldn't he just change the bedding? Was it necessary to change the bed too? No wonder that he was much more likely to be divorced for being so hard to live with.

Alicia heaved a sigh, and turned into her secret room. After changing her professional attire, she went downstairs again and saw Aurora, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. In a flash of wit, she thought that since Aurora was a straightforward person, maybe she could learn something about Carlos from her.

"Aurora."

She called softly, and Aurora, who was immersing herself in her mobile phone, looked up and replied sweetly, "Yes, Alicia."

"Where's Mom?"

Mountain," Aurora bantered with her, "To thank God for blessing her with

smile, and sat down beside her. After looking around to make sure there was nobody else at home, she said, "Can I ask you a

"Sure, what's it?"

was really

your brother get married and

"Well..."

sighed, "Why did each new wife of my brother like to

felt a little

but since you asked, I'll tell you a little bit,

no passion for women. He's also quite picky in many daily details. As time went

more with her on

or he will try to force her to leave. Do you know how mean he is? His fourth wife stayed in our house for two months, but when she left, he didn't even know her name. Alas, he