Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Finally, breakfast lingered on for a seemingly long ten minutes.

After finishing, Mikayla wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

Dexter seemed like a very cultured man. Despite being a man, his culinary skills were truly remarkable. She had

now eaten breakfast here twice, and not a single dish had been repeated. The food was genuinely excellent. She

usually didn't have much appetite, but she ended up eating more than usual.

"If there's anything else you like to eat, you can tell Dexter. He's pretty much a jack-of-all-trades. If there's

anything he can't make, he'll learn." Carlos put down his fork and knife.

"This is fine! There's no need to make something different every day."

"Who knew you'd care this much about Dexter." Carlos turned serious all of a sudden, a hint of jealousy in his

voice...

Mikayla smiled, "I'm going upstairs to change." With that, she swiftly headed upstairs.

That man is seriously stingy!

When they cback down, half an hour had gone by.

"Mr. Ludwig, the gifts for Mr. Salvatore and Mrs. Salvatore are ready. They're in the trunk of your car." Dexter

walked in from outside the villa, speaking to Carlos.

"Got it! We won't be back for dinner tonight." Carlos said, then reached out and grabbed Jaxon's hand. Carlos

seemed to have made a habit of it, whenever she was around, he had to hold her hand. Gradually, what had

started as something uncomfortable for her had becsomething she got used to. If he didn't hold her hand

one day, she'd feel odd.

They took the car out of the garage, ready to head back to her parents' house.

It was still that mid-priced Ford.

Despite their lavish wedding, she knew Carlos wasn't short on cash. Rich people, whether men or women,

usually loved cars. The garage must have several luxury cars stored, yet since they started dating, she had only

ever seen Carlos drive this one. Aside from this car, the only other one in the garage was the one Josiah used to

pick her up and drop her off.

She couldn't quite figure out his intentions. Who knows when he'd have to go back to the base, leaving her alone

in Xosa? She didn't ask, she didn't want to upset herself.

But she did tell Carlos that her family didn't get along well with Logan.

Returning hthree days after marriage was Xosa's tradition.

When they arrived at the Ludwig mansion, Sylvia rushed forward, so excited to see her daughter that she was

nearly speechless. At that moment, Jorge's family hadn't yet arrived.

Carlos handed the gifts to the servants, instructing them to handle them with care. Then he called out, "Mom!"

Mikayla, hand-in-arm with Sylvia, glanced at Carlos. He called her parents effortlessly.

Noticing their reactions, Sylvia smiled, thinking these were just sweet gestures between newlyweds.

"Good boy!" Sylvia gestured to a servant, who quickly handed Sylvia a large monetary gift, which Sylvia then

gave to Carlos.

Carlos accepted it. "Thank you, Mom!"

"Ha ha... Mikayla and Carlos are back!" Jorge cdownstairs, looking very happy.

"Dad!"

"Dad!" Mikayla glared at Carlos.

"Good kids!" Jorge took two red envelopes from the servant, giving one to Carlos and one to Mikayla.

Carlos accepted his. "Thank you, Dad."

"I get one too?" Mikayla said, wide-eyed, happily taking the gift. "Dad, you're the best!"

"And what about me?" Sylvia turned away, pretending to be upset.

Mikayla quickly walked over to comfort her mom. "You're the best, Mom! No competition."

Sylvia lifted the corners of her mouth into a smile and had a servant bring over another monetary gift. "Here!

Your dad said you should have two monetary gifts, just so you don't get jealous."

Mikayla hugged Sylvia and kissed her cheek. "It's so nice to have parents!"

"Alright, enough chatting! Carlos, have a seat!" Sylvia called out.

"Okay!" Carlos responded.

Sylvia couldn't stop smiling as she headed to the kitchen to check on the dishes.

Jorge had smatters to attend to and went back to his study.

Carlos sat next to Mikayla on the couch, handing over the monetary gift he just received. " Mom and Dad gave

you this, so you should keep it."

"I don't usually need this much money, you should hold onto it."

Mikayla stared speechlessly at the two large monetary gifts.

"If you don't use it, consider it our joint savings! | spent all my money to marry you, so I'm a bit short on cash

now." Carlos shrugged.

Mikayla was dumbfounded. This guy emptied his bank account? What a spendthrift!

"Alright, we'll save it." Mikayla said, taking the monetary gifts from Carlos.

Just then, Sylvia cout of the kitchen and saw the exchange, feeling happy for her daughter. Consequently,

she was even warmer towards Carlos.

However, the harmonious

atmosphere didn't last long. Logan walked into the living room, followed by Mildred, with Winona and Huxley

trailing behind. Huxley had a small bandage on his head and his arm cast removed. He'd gained sweight,

indicating he'd been resting well at home. The atmosphere suddenly bectense.

Mikayla stepped up. "Uncle Logan, Aunt Mildred! Please, have a seat inside!"

Carlos followed suit. "Uncle Logan, Aunt Mildred."

Sylvia chimed in, "Logan, Mildred. Winona and Huxley, you're here too. Please, cin and sit."

"Mom, could you check if Dad's done with his work in the study?" Mikayla asked Sylvia.

Sylvia nodded and headed towards the study, fully understanding Jaxon's intention to give her sspace.

Logan sank onto the couch and glanced at Carlos. "Is this your husband?"

Mikayla answered politely and introduced them. "Yes, he's Carlos."

Logan had claimed he couldn't attend their wedding due to slast-minute issue. But Mildred, Winona, and

Huxley had shown up.

Mikayla didn't care that Logan

missed her wedding. The event had

enough guests that his absence didn't matter. Logan's arrogance was well-known, and it wasn't surprising he

didn't attend. In the past, inheritance disputes had led him to move out of the Salvatore manor.

"I know. He's the one who hurt Huxley's hand, right?" Logan scoffed, leaning back and picking up a teacup.

"Where's your father?"

"He's dealing with surgent business matters. He'll be down soon." Mikayla explained.

Hardly had she finished speaking when Jorge descended the stairs, with Sylvia following. "Go tell the kitchen to

prepare a few more dishes." "Logan, Mildred! Huxley and Winona, you're here too!"

Sylvia headed to the kitchen while Jorge walked over to the couch.

"Is the company keeping you busy?" Logan asked, taking a sip of tea.

"No. The project manager and | were just discussing surgent matters," Jorge replied.

Logan put down his teacup and looked at Jorge. "lI ctoday to discuss something about Huxley."