The bedroom door was pushed open, revealing a face of Demos with zero expression.

Kareta was stunned for a moment, watching intently as he slowly moved her legs as she walked into the bedroom and stopped before her eyes.

"I'll just ask you one thing, did you have a ...... with him before I rushed to that room Is there any?"

The excitement that Demos tried so hard to suppress was a little repetitive, and when he asked Rete strongly, his cheeks were round and his eyes were red and angry.

Kareta was silent, looking up and twitching lightly with the nerves on his brow between his eyes.

She knew very well in her heart what he meant by the fact that he had failed to complete the sentence twice in his attempts.

"Say, do you have anything to do with him—"

Demos couldn't hear an answer, and yelled at Carreta again.

In the field of vision, she sat quietly on the edge of the bed and teared at him, but she could not arouse any pity and sympathy from him.

Once this pear-like and beautiful face made Demos fall in love with it, but now it makes him extremely sick to his stomach.

Now, he classifies her with this angelic face to the same kind as the green tea. He thought that her bepowering face could charm him, and that she would inevitably charm other men as well.

He just started to undress...... You're here......"

Carette looked at Demos with a frightened and aggrieved look in her eyes. After stammering his answer, the tears that had accumulated in his eyes took out of his sockets again.

"Huh, is it?" Demos listened, his anxious expression faintly relaxed.

But after this subtle change of expression flashed like a dragonfly on Demos's stiff handsome face, he tightened his expression again, his eyes lit up, and he did not hide his disdain for her.

"It seems that I went wrong when I went, and I just ruined the good things for the two of you!"

"Demos! you know...... I didn't mean that......"

Karete's eyes widened in disbelief, her lips half-open and trembling slightly.

Deliberately ridiculed by him, Carette had words of suffering. She sobbed and sniffled, watching him refuse to say a word.

Demos felt that Carette was looking at him with a strange look, as if she was pouring out some grievance to him, or a little dissatisfaction with his contemptuous attitude. In short, it is a combination of multiple emotions, which is so complex that it is difficult for him to understand for a while.

"Am I still wronging you?"

Enraged by Carette's silent but complicated eyes, Demos shouted:

"You tell me, how would he bring you into his room if you didn't-"

This time, Carette neither answered nor looked at Demos, but turned her face to the side.

She couldn't answer his question.

She couldn't tell Demos that she had been coerced into Room 601 by Aquaman Poseidon. The thought of the innocent old man in the tea bar who was brutally murdered by Poseidon with a spell made her heart tremble.

Demos must not be told that the Jose he saw had been taken over by the spirit of the Sea King!

In the guest room, Demos's madness of recklessly killing "Jose" still haunts Carette. With his slightly dark style, she was afraid that once he learned the truth, he would do whatever it took to confront Poseidon, even at the expense of Jose's body......

While waiting, Demos was finally driven crazy by Carret's "ignorance".

Suddenly, he reached out and put an arm around Karet's slender neck, lifting her entire body off the bed.

"Say, didn't you tell me on the phone that you were in the villa?

On several occasions before, Demos had tried to commit violence on Kareta's weak body, but he couldn't. Seeing the video footage of her and Jose kissing passionately in the elevator, his psychological bottom line finally collapsed at that moment.

Demos loved Carreta more than anything else, but after he witnessed her deception and indulgence, all his love for her turned into utter hatred!

He couldn't understand why the true love he had sacrificed everything he had earned was so vulnerable.

Demos's miserable heart wandered in hatred and incomprehension, and unconsciously went mad. He was desperate to destroy everything, including Kareta and himself—

Karete's body twitched violently, and the cyan meridians on her white neck were particularly conspicuous by his five fingers, which were getting tighter and tighter.

She was about to be pinched by him.

The tearful eyes always stared at Demos, whose face was distorted by anger, and there was a hint of stubbornness in his eyes in the grievances.

Carreta finally couldn't stand Demos's violence anymore, and when the two eyes rolled upwards together, the tears that had accumulated in her eyes overflowed with this action, and all of them dripped onto Demos's violent arm.

A strange cold sensation woke him up, and he looked at Karete with a dark purple face, and as soon as the strength of her hand loosened, her body slipped between his stretched five fingers and fell to the floor.

Coughing violently, Kareta collapsed on the ground and cried, clinging to the edge of the bed with her hands and unable to get up again.

Demos stared at the beautiful and sad woman in front of him, her pitiful appearance and the red fingerprints clearly visible on her neck made Demos's stiff heart melt in an instant.

This is the so-called complex emotion of love and hate.

Demos thinks.

At this moment, he wanted to kill the woman who deceived him, but at the last moment he couldn't help but let her go, and he even wanted to forgive her, but for a while he couldn't fully convince his already wounded and bleeding heart.

"I'm going to find someone to do it for you!"

Carreta looked up in surprise at the gloomy voice of Demos, her sudden decision that caught her off guard.

"You...... Still won't believe me?"

Kareta asked Demos in a hoarse voice, looking confused.

"I'd rather believe facts and evidence than your words!"

Demos's attitude did not show any tendency to change, his face was still cold, and after he finished speaking to her, he paused, and added in a strong tone:

"If I find out anything, I'll strangle you and kill him-"

Demos withdrew his gaze from Carette, turned around and took a few steps out of the bedroom and rushed downstairs.

"Noah, give me your phone!"

Noah was in the living room, just cleaning up the debris all over the floor, and when he heard his master's command, he didn't dare to slack off, and immediately presented him with his mobile phone.

Demos took a few steps away from Noah with his phone, then clicked a few times at the phone screen with a straight face, and then put the phone on his right ear.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Buddy, I'm Blake. Please find a gynecologist to come to my house now, and act quickly......! Listen to me, something like this......"

Demos lowered his voice and spoke to the other end of the microphone before hanging up, then returned to Noah and shoved the phone back into his hand.

Dr. Buddy is Demos' personal health care physician.

As a Titan god, Demos naturally has a much stronger physique than the average human, so he hardly bothers his health care doctor except for a simple medical examination at a fixed time every year.

Right now, in order to give Carreta a physical examination, Demos is in urgent need of a gynaecologist. However, the scandal between her and Jose has alarmed the media, and it is certainly not a wise choice to take her to the hospital for a public examination.

After much thought, he finally came up with a good candidate who could help him, and that was his health care doctor, Buddy.

After a moment of communication on his mobile phone, Dr. Buddy understood what Demos meant, and recommended his colleague, Kate, an obstetrician and gynecologist, to his villa.

Carette was hung in her bedroom.

Around the neck, the after-effects of Demos's violence are still at work. Stroking her aching throat, Carreta could no longer shed a single tear.

She shuddered at the ridiculous idea of Demos having a doctor come to her door to check her up.

Carreta sat on the floor and thought about the past, and after meeting Demos in the human world, they began to go through hardships and hardships to this day.

Isn't it said that the development of fortune is like the trajectory of a wavy line?

I thought that I and Demos had gone through too much bad luck before, so it was time to transfer it. Abandon each other's Titans and glory to become ordinary humans, and life should be smooth sailing.

I thought that this ill-fated love would be stronger and indestructible than any emotion, but now a mere trick from the enemy easily broke down this emotional fortress that he had always imagined to be impregnable.

Carette does not resent Demos, she resents, she only resents her indecisive, simple and kind self. Kareta even began to wonder if her kindness should be called "stupid".

If you could have hardened your heart and not go to the appointment this morning, let alone ignore any of Jose's feelings, then this unprovoked turmoil could have been completely avoided!

But even in the world of the Titans, there is no regret medicine to take-

Carette thought of Demos again, and she was sure that she loved him.

In the past, he doted on and maintained her, and finally touched her heart.

Whether she was grateful to him or infinitely attached to him, she finally put aside all distractions and poured all her emotional focus on him alone.

On this thorny road of love, both himself and Demos have given too much. Even so, none of them really reaped happiness, and their efforts seemed destined to be rewarded with disappointment.

Whether it is a lover or a husband and wife, the most taboo is mutual suspicion, once the trust between each other is no longer there, there will be a rift in the relationship, and it is difficult to heal.

Carette was so suffocated by all kinds of thoughts that she quickly stopped thinking.

Although Demos questioned her innocence to the point of disheartening Carret, for the sake of the past that they both cherished so much, for the sake of this hard-won love, Carrete decided to follow Demos's arrangement, and wait for the doctor to arrive at the villa in the South End to cooperate with her for a medical examination.