Mikayla straightened her attire. It took a while for the redness in her face to fade away.
She had to convince herself it wasn't her imagination when she recalled the scene earlier on. She had always been well-brought up. 'Why was I so bold?' she wondered. In the end, Mikayla concluded that she couldn't stand Carlos' good looks.
Seeing that Mikayla had tidied up, Carlos opened the door and let Lorenzo in.
Lorenzo looked at Mikayla's foot, pinched it with his hands, and asked her, "Does it still hurt?"
Mikayla frowned slightly, endured the pain, and nodded. She thought, 'It's fine if I don't touch it. It really hurts when you pinch it like this.'
Lorenzo went out, returned with a bottle of ointment in his hand, which was different from the previous one, and handed it to Carlos. "Use this ointment from now on and massage it lightly. There's no need to overdo it. You should know that, right?" Lorenzo said to Carlos.
Carlos nodded.
"That's it. I'm out of here! Take your time." Lorenzo grinned wickedly and then said to Carlos, who looked gloomy, "You should pay attention to your posture. Otherwise, the wedding will have to be postponed."
After saying that, the energetic Lorenzo, who was still in his fifties, ran away quickly.
Mikayla and Carlos looked at each other awkwardly.
Lorenzo's words echoed in Carlos' mind. 'You should pay attention to your postures... Does this mean...'
"I'll go out for a while. Wait for me here." Then, he hurried out.
For the sake of his own happiness, he had to clarify with Lorenzo.
By the time Carlos and Mikayla arrived at the Salvatore manor, it was already half past eight.
Jorge was reading the newspaper, and Sylvia was watching a drama. They were enjoying rare leisure time. The younger couple walked toward them.
Mikayla called out, "Dad, Mom."
Carlos also greeted politely, "Mr. Salvatore, Mrs. Salvatore."
Sylvia and Jorge were very happy to see the couple together every day.
"You're back!" Jorge folded the newspaper neatly and placed it on a glass coffee table.
"Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore, I'm here today to discuss the betrothal gift with you in addition to Mika's matter." Carlos and Mikayla then sat on the couch.
Jorge and Sylvia looked at each other.
"Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore, I can make the decision myself. Just tell me what you want." Carlos knew what they were thinking at a glance.
"Dad, I know what to do," Jaxon responded.
Hugo raised his coffee cup and said meaningfully, "Well, the Ludwig family is about to enter a marriage alliance with the Salvatore family! You have to find a way to let Huxley get Salvatore Group as soon as possible. Otherwise, we will be in trouble once Carlos makes his move."
In the living room of the Lindstrom residence, Queenie was sitting on the couch, eating popcorn with her legs crossed. She glanced at Winona, who sat opposite her, and mocked, "Winona, do you really think our family is a vault?"
Winona had been waiting for Queenie to speak. As soon as she entered the Lindstrom residence that day, she knew that Hugo and Queenie were prejudiced and biased toward her.
"Mom, that's not true!" Although she was annoyed, Winona tried her best to please Jaxon's family.
"No?" Queenie threw the unfinished popcorn onto her plate and looked at Winona domineeringly. "Do you deserve a necklace worth 87 million dollars? Who do you think you are?"
When Jaxon called Hugo last night asking for that amount of money, Queenie was right there. Both Hugo and she could not believe their ears. And it was all for a necklace...
"Mom, you have wronged me!" Winona explained. She couldn't offend her mother-in-law, but she couldn't say that Jaxon was the one who wanted to buy the necklace for her. She had to bear the responsibility herself.
Hearing Winona's explanation, Queenie calmed down. "Winona, don't blame me for saying that! You are a good wife to Jaxon. It's a good thing that you know how to help Jaxon. But what is going on over at the Salvatore family? Your brother isn't young anymore. Why hasn't he taken over yet?"
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