Chapter: 167


    Carlos nodded at them before he took Debbie further inside.


    “Go find me something you like. I’ll wait here,” he urged. Then he turned around, found the nearest


    empty chair and sat down to wait for Debbie.


    Almost immediately, a shop assistant beaming a smile served him a cup of tea. Between sips, he kept


    himself busy, reading a catalog of products.


    Lost in a sea of expensive men’s underwear, Debbie smiled awkwardly at the shop assistants who


    were guiding her around. To put herself at ease, she wandered around briefly, pretending to be at


    home.


    A pair of red briefs caught her eyes. The embarrassment on her face was gone. She snickered and


    went to Carlos.


    “Will you wear anything I buy?” she inquired.


    Carlos raised his head from the catalog. Although Debbie tried to look calm, her eyes betrayed her. To


    the mischievous Look in her eyes, he sighed.


    “Yes, I will,” he agreed.


    His affirmative reply almost made her jump with cheer. It took a bit of effort to restrain her emotions as


    she turned. But before she could take two steps, Carlos added, “Anything but briefs. Also, I hate red.”


    Bummer. His response was like a wet nket. It was the red briefs that she was considering buying


    him. With her n ruined, Debbie pouted sullenly.


    “OK, I got it,” she said.


    Then she went back and wandered from section to section until she saw a pair of ck boxers. Briefly,


    she picked it up and looked at Carlos who was quietly seated on the sofa. ‘Not good enough for him.*


    She pursed her Lips and put it down.


    Next, she picked up a gray pair, Looked at the man, and shook her head again. ‘Not good enough


    either.’


    On careful observation of how Carlos and Debbiemunicated, the shop assistants all wondered


    who the girl was. One of them was so curious she couldn’t help asking Debbie, “What’s your


    rtionship with


    Carlos?”


    Debbie gave her a friendly smile and Lowering her voice almost to a whisper, said, “Why don’t you ask


    him?”


    Hands down, that scored the clincher for Debbie. The shop assistant was reduced to silence. ‘If I could


    ask Carlos, I wouldn’t have bothered you, madam, ‘ she thought sourly.


    After a long time of wandering andparison, finally, Debbie settled on three pairs of boxers which


    came at a good ten thousand dors each. Standing at the cashier’s desk, she winced at the price.


    Coming into the shop, she had not expected she’d end up spending such a ridiculous sum on a mere


    three goddamn boxers. ‘What are these things made of? Gold?’


    The shop assistants had rmended those boxers, iming that the designer had several


    international des to his name. Even so,


    Debbie wouldn’t have spent so much on them if Carlos hadn’t been insisting on her buying him boxers.


    After settling the bill, she came to Carlos with the bag. Without a word, he put down the catalog and


    stood up, looking pleased. He took the bag from Debbie with one hand and held her hand with the


    other.


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    Together, they walked off to their car, arm in arm. A peaceful couple together.


    Following after Carlos, Debbie asked, “Why did you ask me to buy these for you? How did you buy


    underwear before?”


    “I used to have them delivered to the vi or send my secretaries.


    Now, since I have a wife, naturally I should leave this kind of thing to her.”