Debbie giggled.


    “Oh…I didn’t refer to…Hum. I meant it’s Miss Olga or Miss Megan…and probably there’s still a Miss


    Lucy or Miss Apple waiting for you somewhere… Aargh! Carlos! Let me down now! Okay, I’m wrong.


    Please…I…feel so ufortable…please…”


    Carlos carried her over his shoulder as he walked back to the vi.


    ALL the way, Debbie iled, trying to break free, but he just didn’t let her down. Hum skittishly walked


    behind them, watching their endearing banter.


    Theirughter broke the silence of night, their shadows swaying under the street Lights. It was such a


    warm and romantic scene.


    However… two dayster, Carlos gave the dog to someone else. His purpose of keeping this dog was


    to help Debbie build up her physique so that she could keep pace with him in bed. But to his


    disappointment, it had the opposite effect, and on the very first day, she hade home haggard and


    fallen sound asleep as soon as she hit the hay.


    Debbie felt sad that Carlos had sent Hum away. She scolded him. But he didn’t care. They didn’t need


    a dog.


    But tofort her, he promised that if she really Liked keeping a dog, he would buy her a little pet dog


    after their uing New Year trip to


    New York.


    On that promise, Debbie finally stoppedining, much to Carlos’ relief. It was hard for him to


    understand her emotions for a dog she had only kept for two days.


    That night, before bedtime, as Debbie went to bathe, Carlos wanted to slip in and bathe together with


    her, but a phone call from New York stopped him at the doorstep.


    With no other choice, he sighed and went to the study instead. He answered, “Dad.


    Before he could finish greeting, a thunderous rant came from the other end of the line.


    “Young man! You do remember you have a dad, right?


    How dare you get married without my approval? Huh? You even keep it under wraps. Do you have any


    respect to your parents?”


    Used to his father’s ill temper, Carlos silently listened.


    “If the media doesn’t expose your marriage, are you going to keep it from us for the rest of your life?


    Who allowed you to marry secretly, and at that, an unknown woman? Who gave you the courage to do


    so? How about


    Stephanie Elliot? How can I exin to the Elliot family? You’ve embarrassed me now!”


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    After James finally finished his rant, Carlos said calmly, “She’s not just some random woman I plucked


    off the streets. I have the final say in my marriage, Dad. As for the Elliot family, go exin to them


    yourself. This has nothing to do with me!”


    His words caused James’ blood pressure to surge. Hearing the noise on the other end of the line,


    Carlos shut his eyes and inhaled deeply. He knew that his father was rummaging through the drawers,


    looking for his medicine. He patiently waited on the phone.


    After downing the pills, James gradually got a hold of himself. When he was able to speak again, he


    yelled, “Divorce! You have to divorce her!”


    In a colder voice, Carlos asked, “Anything else?”


    “Last month, I talked marriage with Stephanie’s grandfather. You and


    Stephanie grew up together. You’re 28 years old, and she’s 27. If you guys can tie the knot before


    you’re both 30…” James just wouldn’t stop. He kept urging Carlos to marry Stephanie as if Carlos


    weren’t already married. But he was. To Debbie. It had already been arranged, and Carlos found


    himself continually surprised by, challenged by, and head over heels in love with Debbie. He didn’t want


    anyone else.


    “Seems like you’re quite fond of her, Dad. How about you marry