Chapter: 178


    Once she hopped in, the car drove away from the house slowly. Debbie was fidgety. When she looked


    out the window, the memories from thest time when Carlos had taken her to the martyrs’ park all


    came flooding back.


    “Where’re we going?” she asked warily.


    “Shining International za.”


    Debbie was relieved to hear that soothing response. But why was he taking her there at thiste hour?


    The car finally came to a halt. Debbie staggered out and followed


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    Carlos into the elevator. Only after the elevator had stopped on the top floor did she realize what his


    real intentions were.


    “Boo…hoo… Carlos, Mr. Carlos, Mr. Handsome, I’m sorry. I made a mistake.” Debbie held on to a


    holding bar near the elevator and cried, refusing to take another step forward.


    Carlos ignored her pleas and dragged her into the cinema nonchntly.


    The moment they were inside, the cinema was bustling with moviegoers, but the manager received


    Carlos as soon as he appeared at the entrance and ushered them towards the biggest theater.


    When the manager left, Debbie held Carlos by the waist and pleaded again, “Mr. Handsome, I realized


    that I was wrong and I won’t do it again. Please, can we go now? It’s creepy to watch horror movies at


    night. It may kill me. Let’s go home. Please, please.”


    Carlos was unmoved and still acted indifferent. After dragging her to the center of the theater, he made


    her sit next to him.


    The movie started soon. A scene of a dark graveyard first came into view. It made Debbie’s blood run


    cold.


    “Carlos, I have apologized. Why are you still doing this? I won’t drink again, okay? Can you just forgive


    me, please?”


    Debbie shifted her eyes away from the screen to Carlos. But the sound effects of the movie made her


    heartbeat quicken. She covered her ears tightly with her hands. For a while, it helped, but soon her


    hands and wrists went sore. Phobia and horror were driving her crazy. She had begged and pleaded,


    but the man seemed heartless to ignore her.


    “Carlos, you are a freak! I’m fed up with you! I will divorce you! I will! Let’s go get a divorce now!” She


    lost her temper.


    “Sit well,” the man said after giving her a cold nce.


    Debbie stood up defiantly from her seat and tried to shut out the horrible sounds.


    “If you want to stay, fine! Stay! I’m leaving!” She threw the 8D sses far enough out of sheer anger.


    ‘I hate him! I hate his evil guts! I’ll divorce him, no matter what!”


    Debbie thought as she stormed towards the exit of the theater.


    To her dismay, the door was locked from outside. She mmed the door anxiously for a Long while,


    but no one came to her rescue.


    Frustrated, she stomped angrily on the floor, covered her ears, closed her eyes, and shouted at the top


    of her Lungs, “Carlos, you asshole!


    Let me out! Let me out now!”


    She yelled and cursed. However, all her efforts were futile as if none of her words came across. Carlos


    remained nonchnt, sitting there, eyes on the screen.


    Finally, Debbie had enough and started crying.