Chapter: 192


    She blurted, “He’s my husband. It’s veryte now. My husband and I need to go to bed. Bye!” Before


    Hayden could reply, she hung up the phone.


    Staring at her phone, Debbie didn’t know how to exin it to Carlos.


    She smoothed her hair to calm herself down and murmured,


    “Uh…Carlos…don’t get me wrong…”


    Without saying a word, Carlos turned around and walked into the bedroom. She had no other choice


    but to follow him.


    “I really have no rtionship with him anymore. You have to trust me, Mr. Handsome.” She felt awful


    after being misunderstood by him.


    Carlos turned and looked at her with deep eyes.


    “How can I trust you?


    After all this?”


    Her cheeks were red out of anxiety. She put her phone aside, held his waist with both arms and kissed


    him on the lips. After a while, she raised her head and asked in a whisper, “Do you trust me now?”


    Since she took the initiative to kiss him, he didn’t turn her down.


    Instead, he wanted more of it.


    He held her tightly, lowered his head and kissed her right on her Lips, passionately.


    His Lips were demanding and firm when they molded hers. He was kissing her with both tenderness


    and need. He threw her onto the king-sized bed. Then he leaned down and kissed her lips again.


    “I want to bite this lip,” he murmured against her mouth, and carefully he tugged at it with his teeth. She


    moaned spontaneously and he smiled, out of satisfaction.


    Early the next morning, a man walked out of the hotel, followed by a girl. Both of them seemed to have


    long faces


    His face was livid, whereas the girl Looked frustrated. They were none other than Carlos and Debbie.


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    Tristan, carrying Debbie’s suitcase, tagged along with them and didn’t dare to utter a word. He could


    sense the intense struggle between his boss and his boss’ wife.


    “Did they end up having a fight again? No, I don’t think so.


    Or did the tension stem from Carlos’ dislike towards the room? Did he not get enough sleep?’ Tristan’s


    rally of thoughts marched on endlessly. He had suggested a five-star hotel to Carlos, but thetter had


    rejected him upfront.


    He really felt confused, but he decided to keep his nose out of Carlos’ private affairs. He didn’t want to


    Lament about not having done itter on.


    Upon arriving at the VIP lounge of the airport, Debbie sat opposite


    Carlos and cast a ferocious nce at him. She cursed, “You are an insensitive, thoughtless male


    chauvinist!”


    Carlos took a sip of his coffee and cast a cold nce at the girl in front of him. He regretted not


    sleeping with herst night. A wide smirk flickered at the corners of his mouth as he watched her anger


    grow.


    “You’re disappointed because I didn’t make love to you, huh?”