Chapter 1851

"What the hell are you doing, Carson?" Sylvia demanded to know. Carson barged into her room, making her tense up. A sense of unease crept into her heart. She wanted to yank him back out, but being stuck in a wheelchair slowed her down. There was nothing she could do. By the time she wheeled herself into the bedroom, Carson was already sprawled out on her bed like he owned the place. He stretched out his legs lazily and spoke casually. "Relax. I'm just making sure that you're not sneaking around behind my back with some other guy." Sylvia's face darkened. Another guy? She couldn't believe the nerve of Carson to refer to someone else as the "other guy". He was the real problem here. But she didn't want to pick a fight with him right now, so she bit back her anger and kept her mouth shut. She fixed a cold stare on him, ready to tell him to hurry up and get out so he wouldn't mess up her wedding tomorrow. But before she could get the words out, he suddenly yanked her onto the bed.