Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 852 - 850: Is He Your Husband?

"That handsome young officer, isn’t he your husband? Weren’t you two..." sleeping together?

Moreover, that night, the two of them had mutually acknowledged each other.

"What I mean is, we’re divorced now." Carla Carr regretted digging that hole for herself that night, now she’s unable to fill it back in.

"Auntie, just call me Carla."

"Alright, Miss Carla, my last name is Chen..."

"I’ll call you Auntie Chen then," Carla said, "I’ve booked a flight this afternoon, I’m heading back to the Sovereign Empire from New York."

"Auntie Chen, thank you for taking care of me during this time."

"No need to be so polite, Miss Carla, have a safe journey."

Carla: "Okay."

The flight was at three in the afternoon, and Carla had already packed her luggage in advance. Speaking of which, she’s someone who chased after Albert Kingsley to New York, and now again, chasing after Alexander Kingsley to New York, all for men. She runs far away alone in pursuit of a love with no outcome. Do you think she’s crazy?!

This villa, during the last argument, Alexander said he’d buy it as a gift for her. She thought it was a joke, but unexpectedly it turned out to be true.

She couldn’t reach Eva Nightingale by phone, then she realized, it’s still not dawn in her home country at this time, her mind is really muddled!

Three o’clock.

Carla boarded the plane on time.

From New York to the Sovereign Capital, she fell asleep on the way.

She didn’t know how long it had been when the turbulence of the descending plane woke her up, only then did she realize she had arrived.

Sovereign Capital White Cloud Airport, bustling with people.

She wore a black lace dress with heels about five centimeters high, dragging a small suitcase.

She didn’t have much luggage because she was always alone wherever she went. Before Eva was with the Crown Prince, Carla often hung out with Eva, so at least she had some company.

As the months passed, her time with Eva grew shorter, and she realized how lonely she was.

She liked the night, the loneliness and solitude of it, crying in the night where tears couldn’t be seen, and she had always liked black clothing since she was young.

She was tall and slender, with delicate features, and the black dress highlighted her elegance.

An inexplicable agitation rose in her heart.

Carla walked to the roadside where she could smoke, took out a pack of ladies’ cigarettes, drew one out and placed it in her mouth, then lit it.

Just after taking a puff, the crowd by the roadside suddenly stirred.

Many people were discussing, "That license plate Empire A11111, isn’t it the Admiral’s car?"

"So cool!"

"Anyway, it’s either the Admiral or the Crown Prince, no no... I misspoke, it’s the President of our Empire. They rarely appear in financial news, I’ve only seen him once, very handsome with deep features, and a great figure, probably at least 1.88 meters tall."

"This car’s either for the President or the Admiral. Wow, who are they picking up!!"

There were nothing but military vehicles, all with Empire A plates, each one limited edition.

The car exuded luxury yet was low-key, yes, very splendid, very luxurious... but also understated.

Carla was briefly stunned, raised her eyes to look, immediately tossed the cigarette into the ash bin, then hurried away with her suitcase.

Empire A11111 belonged to the High General’s Mansion, but it was always prepared for the Crown Prince. The two were superior and subordinate, also life-and-death brothers; when at home, Alexander drove while Lucas Knight sat in the passenger seat.

Outside on secret missions, Alexander was tasked with handling them.

So this car, sometimes driven by Alexander, sometimes by Lucas Knight.