? Bookmark This Website NinjaNovel.Com When everybody was finally seated, someone mustered up


    enough nerve to ask, “Carlos, I assume that thisdy is Mrs. Hilton. Am I right?”


    Carlos smiled. He looked at Debbie but remained silent.


    Debbie was surprised at his reaction. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?


    Why doesn’t he tell them who I am?’


    Since Carlos didn’t respond, everyone else kept their mouths shut. A few quiet, awkward seconds


    passed. Someone was about to break the ufortable silence when Carlos announced, “My wife


    always keeps a low profile. I promised her I’d keep our marriage secret. As to your question, I need my


    wife’s permission before I answer it.”


    The others were familiar with Carlos’ personality. They had never seen him talk that much before.


    When he turned to Debbie, every one of them understood that the woman sitting next to him was Mrs.


    Hilton.


    They all looked at Debbie with a smile and racked their brains topliment her. The room suddenly


    was abuzz with their unctuouspliments. Someplimented her beauty, others focused on her


    hair, dress, or her bearing. A few talked about her manners, and some more nebulous things that they


    couldn’t possibly know about the quiet woman sitting at the table with them. They were unconcerned,


    all fawning over her to get on Carlos’ good side.


    Bombarded with their expressions of praise,mendation, and admiration, Debbie didn’t know how to


    respond. It was Carlos who came to her rescue.


    “My wife is shy. Let’s eat,” he said.


    Debbie’s face turned red.


    Immediately, his proposal was echoed. The subject was changed. Someone asked the waiter to bring


    the meals.


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    During the feast, Debbie realized something. The fact that she was at a dinner with Carlos and the way


    Carlos had answered that man’s question kind of made their rtionship public.


    But under the circumstances, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the way Carlos told the others


    who she was.


    Debbie stopped thinking about the issue and ate while Listening to them talk about work. She had


    nothing to add, so she remained quiet as they talked shop. Some things she understood, sometimes it


    was jargon or abbreviations she was unfamiliar with. But a wise person never learned with their mouth


    open.


    Carlos barely said anything afterwards. However, even so, the other men kept asking his opinion on


    this or that.


    “I need to use the little girls’ room,” Debbie whispered in Carlos‘ ear.


    The bathroom in the booth was upied, so Debbie had to go outside.


    “Do you want me to go with you?” asked Carlos.


    “No, you stay. I’ll be right back.”


    Debbie let out a long exhale when she stepped outside. The ambiance inside the booth was nice but


    boring.


    She kept walking. A conversation came to her ears when she passed by the smoking zone. It was


    actually whispering between two men. She wasn’t eavesdropping, but since they mentioned Carlos,


    she couldn’t help noticing.


    “We just found out yesterday that Carlos was married, and today we got to see her for ourselves,” said


    one man.


    “I want to know more about her. What’s her background? I don’t want to make any mistakes talking to


    her. But really… who wants to ask Carlos that?” observed hispanion.


    “What’s he up to tonight, anyway?”


    “Isn’t it obvious? Pretty much everything he did after he got here, and the words he said, indicated the


    woman was Mrs. Hilton. What he didn’t say was that she had to be respected, but that was the subtext.