uring the meal, she was preupied with the fact that she was going to meet her mother-inw. She


    was anxious and excited all at the same time. When Carlos talked to her, she was very distracted.


    “Where did you get the money for the ring?” asked Carlos. He got a notification for every transaction


    with the card he gave her. ording to the notifications, she hadn’t spent over a thousand at a time


    recently. So obviously, she didn’t use the bank card to buy him the ring.


    It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her or was spying on her. The notification function came with the card. It


    was something he could turn off, but he felt it wise to keep it on. That way if someone stole it, they’d be


    easier to track down.


    “I earned it, of course,” Debbie answered proudly. ‘I wonder what she looks Like? Since Carlos is so


    handsome, I bet she’s gorgeous. Probably he got those good genes from her, ‘ she thought to herself.


    “How?”


    “By singing.” ‘Should I go shopping with her or something?‘


    “Where?”


    “At a bar. Oh crap…” She suddenly realized she’d been tricked into blurting out things that she had


    been hiding from him. The look in his eyes told her that he was angry about something. She tried to


    recall what he had asked and what she had said.


    He grabbed her hand tightly and demanded, “Why do you have to sing at bars? Didn’t I give you bank


    cards? Did you drink alcohol there?”


    He squeezed her hand hard, and it hurt. Afraid to further provoke him,


    Debbie didn’t dare to take her hand back.


    “I’ll quit singing. The money on the card is yours. How could I use your money to buy you a ring? I just


    wanted the ring to be more meaningful, so I decided to earn the money on my own, But I didn’t drink


    even a drop of alcohol.”


    She giggled at him.


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    As Carlos heard her promise not to sing again and that she hadn’t drunk, his countenance softened.


    “Did you get hoarse because of singing?”


    Debbie knew she had toe clean now, so she admitted, “Yeah. I hadn’t sung for a long time. But


    everyone was wild and I was having fun. I guess I sang for too long, cause I got a little hoarse. But


    Luckily, my throat healed. I was fine the next morning. You know that. You were there.”


    Carlos remembered her throat was fine the next morning. He had the housemaid prepare some


    medicine, but it turned out she didn’t need it.


    She was good as new. He understood most of what she said-except for one part.


    “Your throat healed?”


    Debbie grinned, “Yeah. That wasn’t the first time I had a sore throat, after all. It happened before, but


    maybe because it had happened so many times my throat got used to it or something, I don’t know. It


    just does this on its own.”


    The goofy smile on her face brightened his heart Like the sun.


    And just like that, his anger disappeared.


    He took her hand in his, and brought it to his lips. He kissed it tenderly, lovingly.


    “Sweet pie, don’t do that again. You have money. If you want to buy me something, just use the card,


    okay?”


    “Fine. But Mr. Handsome, I’m 21 now. I can make my own money, can’t 1?” she asked defensively.


    When he kissed her fingers, it tickled. She couldn’t help giggling. Her eyes narrowed into thin Lines.