Chapter 22 Celia, Practice Your Kissing Technique (2/2)

In an instant, the middle-aged man's face turned deathly pale.

This face belonged to Sally. But she, she had already died for five years!

Did he have a hallucination?

The middle-aged man wiped his eyes again in a hurry. He was too old now and was trembling with sweat.

Celia was in confusion. All of a sudden, she jumped on Carlos in fright. She held him tightly.

Although she was not afraid of dogs, she felt frightened when she was a few meters away from a small huntaway with fangs bared.

The housekeeper with the huntaway dog was in a daze. He didn't want the dog to break free from the shackles. It brought a chain and rushed towards Celia madly.

”Ah --”

Celia had been trying to stay calm before the dogs arrived. However, when it was only two meters away from her, she couldn't stay calm any more. She then jumped into Carlos' arms, regardless of the pain on her feet.

But the next second, she felt embarrassed again.

Just as she thought she would be hunted, the ferocious dog rushed to her, excitedly looking at her, and lying quietly beside a chair.

However, it raised its head all the time and narrowed its sharp eyes into a sluggish slit. It wagged its tail gently and made a few whimpes, listening to a obedient and pleasing voice.

”Are you afraid?” The man's smiling voice flowed out slowly.

Celia's face turned red. She lowered her head and looked at Carlos. She was just like an octopus sticking to Carlos' body and screaming. She felt so ashamed.

”Not bad.”

She got off him, cleared her throat and pretended to be calm.

Carlos smiled again and tucked her hair behind her ear. ”Don't be afraid, you will like it.”

Celia kept swallowing. She looked at the huntaway and tried to avoid it. After all, she was still fearful of what she had seen.

Carlos put his arm around her waist, glanced at her and calmly introduced.

”The butler, this is my wife, Celia Ling.”

The middle-aged man was stunned. His face was still pale. He wanted to speak but stopped on a second thought.

Carlos' sharp gaze brought him back to the present. He greeted respectfully, ”Nice to meet you, Miss Celia.”

”Celia, this is Colin, the butler of Uncle Howard' house.”

”Hello, Mr. Colin.”

The Butler nodded and left.

For some reason, Celia Ling felt that the way they looked at her had been weird since she came in.

If one or two were coincidences, what about the third?

She had mixed feelings when Carlos first met her in the eyes. But now, the people of her uncle and aunt were even weirder than him.

At this moment, the man beside her had bent over and gently caressed the huntaway.

Celia looked at him. He tried again and again.

”Its name is Eugene.”

He whispered as if to tell her.

Celia said, ”Oh.” she looked at Eugene who was nice and obedient. Celia summoned up the courage and squatted down to touch it.

However, before she reached out her hand, it took the initiative. It not only rubbed her shanks, but also constantly leaned toward her.

Celia could not believe what she had seen.

Because of the Celia's foot injury, Carlos immediately greeted his uncle and aunt.

As soon as they walked out of the villa, an unexpected obtruder bouncing in halfway.

In the black Maybach, Carlos leaned on the back seat and smoked.

Through the rearview mirror, he saw a girl and a dog behind the car, which made him feel a bit amused.