Chapter: 170


    Carlos stopped in his tracks, looked at her, and replied, “Debbie, listen up. You can do what you want


    and buy what you want. What’s mine is yours. We’re married. No need to be so skittish.” If Carlos had


    seen what was going on inside, he would have dealt with things in his own way.


    But Debbie would still be the good guy. He wouldn’t have let the couple leave hating her.


    Debbie’s heart felt warm when she heard what Carlos said. Whether it was because of the part of “You


    can do what you want, or “We’re married. No need to be so skittish around me,” she wasn’t sure. When


    she was with Hayden, she had always been careful around him and his family. Debbie raised her head


    to look at him. As usual, his face was calm and expressionless, like still water.


    “How could such a cool and distant-looking man be so gentle?’


    Debbie stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek.


    “Thank you,” she said happily.


    Her tender kiss made Carlos’ heart sing with joy. With a smile, he took her hand and made his way to


    the parking lot.


    “I haven’t seen Emmett Lately. How is he?” Debbie suddenly asked after they had gotten in the car.


    Carlos looked at her and answered, “He’s working in another city.”


    Debbie didn’t sense anything strange, so she simply nodded.


    The next morning, she received a phone call from Jared.


    “Hey tomboy!


    Remember that job offer my friend hooked you up with? I told him don’t bother.”


    “What? Why?”


    “You don’t need a job.”


    “Yeah, I do. Call your friend and tell him you were kidding.”


    “Ohe on. You’re Mrs. Hilton. Why do you even need a job?” Married to Carlos, Debbie had


    everything-not to mention more money than she could ever spend. And she still wanted to work. Jared


    wondered if there was something wrong with Debbie’s head.


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    Actually, Debbie felt bad about spending Carlos* money.


    She thought if she had a job, maybe she wouldn’t feel as helpless.


    “What kind of job is it? I want it back


    “You’re Looking for a part-time job, right? About the only thing we have is a barista. You’d probably


    have to really like coffee. Still want it? Hold that thought. I need to call your hubby and make sure it’s


    okay. It’s not your call anymore.”


    “Don’t call him. He’s uber-busy. You really think it’s a good idea to bug him? I want that job.”


    “Okay, okay,” Jared replied grudgingly.


    A few days went by, and Debbie got the job. But her second day on the job was Less than ideal.


    The store manager called Jared and told him that Debbie had hit a customer. But Debbie was


    indignant. She thought the man deserved it.