Chapter 009 Have You Never Thought About His Feelings?
Grabbing her collar tightly, Giselle walked quickly to the bathroom.
And then she closed the door.
Leaning against the door, Giselle fell to the ground feebly.
She was in a daze with her eyes widened!
In the living room, Carr stood in front of the French window and poured him a glass of red wine.
There was an extremely handsome face in the huge full-length mirror.
However, at this moment, he was different from the one who was like satan just now.
He frowned slightly as if he was troubled by something. He looked at the mirror and became a little melancholy.
Although he was wearing the common bathrobe in the hotel, it still made people feel that he was so elegant.
However, just now he was so cold and ruthless.
And now he was alone and became so different.
It was hard to see these two different temperaments in one person.
Carr looked down at the flickering lights outside the window with mixed feelings. He shook the glass in his hand unconsciously.
All that flashed through his mind was the miniature version of him!
Suddenly, his phone on the table vibrated. A trace of displeasure flashed through his narrowed eyes.
Before he went to the hotel, he had already told them not to contact him today no matter what happened.
He put the glass on the table and picked up his phone.
Seeing the ID on the phone, he became even colder.
The melancholic aura disappeared and was replaced by the air of danger.
If it weren't for the word "Father" shown on the screen, anyone who saw Carr would have mistakenly thought he was staring at his enemy.
He smiled coldly and picked up the phone. He said coldly, "Dad."
"Why don't you tell me you are back?" An emotionless cold voice sounded on the other side of the line.
Hearing this, Carr felt ridiculous. Did he need to report to his father when he came back?
"Dad, you're joking. It is my home. Do I need to report to you when I go home?" Carr said displeasedly.
His tone was indifferent and cold!
Their conversation was unlike that between father and son.
They were like enemies!
"Carr, how can you talk to me in that tone?" Carr made his father unhappy.
"That's how I am."
"Carr, I don't care about what you have done for the past three years, but now that you're back, you should live a good life with Giselle. You'd better not contact the woman outside."
Carr found it even more ridiculous.
"Are you lecturing me now?"
"Carr, Giselle gave birth to Randolph for you. You should turn back," his father said angrily.
Even so, Carr had no intention of restraining himself. Instead, he said, "So what?"
"So what? I'm telling you, if you don't break up with that woman outside, don't blame me for doing something."
"Ah, I'll wait!"
Carr hung up the phone directly.
He vented all his anger on the phone and in a moment, the phone shattered.
"Giselle, Giselle, it's you again. It's all because of you!"
If it weren't for her scheme back then, he would have lived the life he wanted!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Giselle, who had just come out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, exclaimed subconsciously when she saw Carr's hand bleeding.
Carr heard her exclaim and he turned around with an even gloomier expression.
"Oh, I don't expect you have the habit of eavesdropping on people's phone calls in addition to being scheming!"
Giselle felt a little uncomfortable at his sharp gaze.
She lowered her head slightly and explained in a low voice, "I didn't eavesdrop. I just came out."
When she came out, he had already hung up.
She exclaimed because she saw that his hand was bleeding.
"Your hand is bleeding. Go and bandage it." Giselle's voice became lower, making Carr unable to hear it clearly.
Carr didn't say anything more but stared straight at Giselle.
Giselle couldn't find any emotion in his dark eyes and was unable to know what he was thinking about.
The Giselle in his eyes was the same as her three years ago.
He didn't know anything else, but at least her figure hadn't changed.
Her waist was still so thin.
Her eyes were bright, but envy thoughts were hidden in them.
Giselle was not a beautiful woman, but she had an elegant temperament.
Carr suddenly picked Giselle up by the waist.
He threw her onto the big bed.
Before Giselle could react, Carr pressed on her.
As if he had expected Giselle to resist with both hands, he had the foresight to raise her hands above her head.
She was unable to move!
"No, let go!"
Her hands were fiercely grabbed by Carr, but her feet were still restlessly resisting.
Doesn't he care about that woman's feelings at all?>
"Giselle, do you think I will let you escape at this moment?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed her domineeringly and fiercely.
Suddenly, the man stopped and his dark eyes were filled with disbelief.
Taking advantage of this gap, Giselle wanted to escape.
She didn't expect to hear the man's angrier voice before she could stand up.
"You asked for it!"
His hoarse and mellow voice was filled with anger.
Before she could react, she was thrown onto the bed by him again.
"No, let me go. You can't do this, Carr..."
"Giselle, are you afraid now? When you schemed me three years ago, you should have thought that you would have such a day sooner or later!"
Sensing Giselle was trembling, Carr became even more excited.
"Have you never thought about how she feels when you have sex with me?"