Carette was discharged the next morning.

The hospital prescribed her a three-day dose of anti-inflammatory drugs and told her to return to the hospital in a week for a follow-up photo.

Demos and Noah pick her up and leave the hospital.

Some tabloid reporters refused to give up, continuing to stand guard outside the hospital gates and near the residence of Demos, the villa in the Southside, and drove straight for Demos as soon as they saw Demos's car coming.

Fortunately, Noah took precautions in advance and locked the four car doors a long time ago. He slammed on the accelerator with a little bit of force under his feet, and shook off the pesky paparazzi.

For the next few days, Riemos and Carreta stayed in the villa and did not go anywhere, and even the preparations for the opening ceremony of the European Arts Festival were communicated with the organizing committee via video and email.

Because of the press coverage of the bizarre affair of the bride-to-be, most Europeans almost remember the name Carreta Lachio.

Those who had heard of Sevier Black before now remembered his face vividly because of the photos of the engagement ceremony.

I don't know who remembered the shipwreck of the Carmenian family's "Opal" cruise ship a few months ago, and because the "Sweet Roman" cruise ship of the Demos was on the same route as that cruise ship, another rumor soon spread in the streets of Athens.

Rumor presumably that the bride-to-be aboard the "Sweet Roman" was cursed by the bride Yusia Kamenia, who died in vain on the same route, and was dragged into the sea by the ghost of the deceased.

Carette had always blamed herself.

His own negligence not only messed up the ceremonial celebration, but also put Demos under the pressure of various media news. Demos reassured her repeatedly, but the more tolerant he became, the stronger her guilt became.

When she is alone, Kareta recalls her own accident that day.

But no matter how she thought about it, she still couldn't figure out what the image of Jose suddenly appeared and disappeared quickly before her eyes, and who and where the huge thrust behind her came from.

When it came to the day when Carreta agreed to go back to the hospital for a physical examination, Demos put aside a series of official tasks to accompany her. Noah sat in the driver's seat of Escalade and escorted the two owners to the city hospital together.

The moment the automatic door of the garage opened, the faces of a group of reporters crowded outside the door immediately jumped into the eyes of the master and servant.

The group of reporters seemed to be outnumbered more than ever, and they were even more excited to see the Demos car coming out. The restless crowd was crowded one after another, eager to rush directly into the garage to grab a headline.

Noah let out a long breath, shifted gears to start the Escalade, and slowly drove the car out of the basement.

As soon as the front of the car exposed the edge of the automatic door, the reporters who had long been impatient rushed up, and the "hula" blocked the black and shiny front of the car tightly.

They were all like ants moving forward, desperately slamming into the doors of cars. The people in the back kept crowding the people in front, and the scrambling appearance was very terrifying at this moment.

"Mr. Black, I'm a reporter for the Constitution newspaper......"

"Mr. Black......"

"Please accept my visit......"

At this point, Noah didn't dare to increase the throttle as rashly as before, so he had to sit honestly in the driver's seat and quietly wait for Demos's order.

Demos sat in the back row with a silent and calm face, unable to come up with an idea for a moment. He gripped Karete's cold, shivering left hand tightly with his right hand, hoping she wouldn't be startled by the noisy scene outside.

Kareta was also silent. In an instant, she realized something, and the moment she turned her head to the right was too late.

When she got into the car, her first habitual action was to press the right window.

At this time, a young male reporter had already leaned into the car through the open window, holding a voice recorder in his hand.

From the somewhat excited and out of shape look on his face, Kareta suddenly thought of the zombies in American dramas who like to burrow into people's cars with their teeth and claws, specializing in eating the living.

At the same time, she struggled to understand why some humans were so enthusiastic about certain things that they pursued them almost to the point of madness, disregarding their own safety.

"Ms. Lachio, I'm a reporter for the 'Coffee Spot' media. It is reported that you had a close relationship with an Asian man before you got engaged, and after the sudden breakup, you were depressed for a while, and you need to receive regular counseling from the hospital psychologist, is it true? What caused you to break up with your ex-boyfriend? Is it your suicide attempt ......to fall into the sea?"

"Get the hell out of here—"

Demos reacted quickly to Carrete, snatched the recorder from his hand with a roar before the reporter could finish asking, and then pushed him out of the car window.

A series of chasing and questioning finally ignited the irritability that had been hidden in Demos's chest for a long time.

Demos angrily got out of the car and then slammed the door shut. He walked quickly to the back of the car and smashed the recorder in his hand in front of the reporter who had fallen to the ground.

The handsome face was completely covered with a vicious look, and Demos scolded the male reporter in public:

"Where the did you get this out here and talking nonsense!What's your name—I'm going to complain about you—"

"Ouch sir, you're so hard! I can't get up now!"

The young reporter, who had been pushed out of the window, shouted at Demos and simply sat down on the ground with his face down.

"What the are you talking about-"

Demos was so angry that he clenched his two iron fists tightly, and he really wanted to lift him up and beat him up immediately.

The noisy scene gradually cooled down for a while.

With the experience of the past, coupled with the indescribable anger of Demos, the arrogance of other reporters was temporarily suppressed.

Karette got out of the car and walked over to Demos and grabbed one of his arms.

She glanced at the male reporter who was still sitting on the ground and said proudly:

"Please stand up!"

At the moment, she no longer wanted to hide under Demos's wing to be protected by him. All along, she has brought him too many troubles, and she has endured too many times of his maintenance and rescue. This time, she wants to defuse the crisis with her own strength.

Kareta glanced sharply at the reporter, then continued:

"If you think you're still a competent journalist, use the strength you just climbed into my car window and get up from the ground yourself!"

He looked at it with a slightly startled face, and looked at Karet's eyes for two seconds, as if he had admitted his mistake, and finally hung his head silently.

Carreta turned her gaze back to the many different-looking faces in front of the car. After looking around for a week, she spoke, and her voice was clear and impatient:

"I am glad to have the privilege of meeting you again in the villa today, because I see from you that the situation in Greece where you live is so stable that you have nothing to do but be keen to dig into the privacy of me and my husband and act as a medium for news. Ladies and gentlemen, I can answer you responsibly, I do not have any mental illness, the incident of falling into the sea was purely accidental, and rushing to the hospital today is nothing more than a comprehensive review of the hydropleurum. It is because of the ups and downs that my husband and I are now able to come together and cherish each other. If you are still adhering to the professional ethics of a journalist, please respect yourself and respect us, and leave more personal space for me and my husband, so that we can still breathe freely and do what we want!"

When Karetta's voice fell, the team of reporters fell silent. Soon after, they consciously split into two sides in silence, making way for Demos's car.

The reporter who couldn't sit on the ground quickly picked up the remains of the recorder on the ground, and then stood up and hid to the side.

Carette then pulled Radmoth's arm and smiled at him with confidence:

"Let's go, let's go back to the car. ”

After getting into the car, Noah started the car again. This time, the car drove out of the villa without any problems.

In the car, Demos still looked at Kareta beside him with some surprise.

Just now she bravely faced the reporter, and the chiseled words that hid a needle in the cotton made him feel once again the strength buried in the heart of this woman with a weak appearance who refused to give in easily.

At that moment, Demos felt that she was like a newborn crescent moon, standing alone among the surging stars with a proud and noble light.

She has grown a lot more than she was a girl, she has become more mature, and she is more beautiful and dazzling-

After a professional examination and physical examination at the hospital, it was confirmed that Carreta was completely healthy, which made both her and Demos breathe a sigh of relief.

They didn't hang out much and returned to the South Villa.

In the afternoon, the organizing committee of the European Arts Festival delivered a transcript of Demos's speech to his villa on the opening day of the festival a few weeks later.

Because he needed to assist his host in arranging the festival, Noah had been staying in Demos's villa these days, sleeping in a guest room on the first floor at night.

After dinner, when Carette gets bored, she changes into a swimsuit and goes for a swim in the pool on the terrace on the second floor.

The moment one toe just touched the water, her heart became inexplicably nervous, and she quickly retracted her foot.

She knew that the incident of falling into the sea a few days ago had cast a shadow on her psyche. So to overcome the obstacles, she stared at the clean surface of the pool for a moment, took a deep breath, and finally leaned into the water.

It's just water.

Carette pushed her head out of the water and wiped the drops of water on her face, feeling extremely free at the moment.

It's not that she doesn't particularly want to swim, but when she's immersed in the water, she finds a sense of relaxation throughout her body.

Having been experiencing so much lately that Carreta thinks that her brain is always limited in size, and she can't fit in the weird events that happen one after another.

Carreta roughly calculated, from the time she was proposed, she and Zeus had a second verbal discord of thought, and there was no contact with each other for a while, which did not seem to be Zeus's style.

He is the king who finally succeeds in many disputes, and tolerance and strategy are not idle. Even if you are angry for a while because of the little woman's few conflicting words, you can finally distinguish the priorities and never let go of the big things.

It stands to reason that he should have sent another thought wave to urge me to do the same soon—

Kareta soaks in the water of the pool, drifting naturally as the water moves, like an orchid floating underwater, its petals spreading.

The overly quiet life made her frightened because of her doubts, and she didn't understand what the hell the god was up to.

Kareta thought of Bai Xiu, who was being tortured in the Heavenly Water Cold Pool of the Holy Mountain.

In the past, he helped her too much, and he did everything in crisis after crisis.

If it weren't for the words of Alice, the goddess of disputes, I'm afraid that until the moment he was captured back to the Holy Mountain, Kareta would not have understood his fearlessness, and all the reasons for his desperate efforts were just because of his love for her!

And this kind of love was so dangerous that it almost cost him his life......

José, Perse, and even Kamod, all those who fell in love with me, why did they experience misfortune? Could it be that I am really a woman who brings bad luck to others......

Suddenly, such a bleak and desperate thought occurred in Karete's heart.

She thought of Demos again, the man who loved her all the same, but was secretly being calculated by her.

Is his future auspicious or dangerous-

"Wow"......

There was the sound of water on the side of the pool, and Demos entered the pool from the steps in tight swim trunks and swam to her several times.

Kareta was contemplating in the middle of the pool when she felt a pair of solid arms reach out behind her back, hugging her entire body.