know that Lewis was an asshole and advised her to keep him at arm’s length.


    Debbie said with a shrug, “He forced me toe here.”


    Lewis got close to the office door, and then realized that Debbie wasn’t behind him. He cast a burning


    nce at her and said in a low voice, “What are you waiting for? Open the door!”


    Emmett trotted towards the office and knocked on the door. With Carlos’ permission, he pushed the


    door open and addressed his boss, “Carlos,


    Debbie and Lewis are here.”


    Lewis grabbed Debbie and pushed her into the office. Caught off guard, she staggered, almost falling


    onto the floor.


    Carlos, sitting in his armchair, saw Debbie falter. He immediately stood up, strode towards her and


    pulled her into his arms.


    “It’s veryte. Why aren’t you home? You okay?” That was when he saw her red and swollen cheek.


    “Who did this to you?” he asked in a cold voice and furrowed his eyebrows.


    “Don’t worry. I’m okay. I. . . I came here. . . because I missed you.


    Can I get a ride home with you?” Debbie held back Carlos’ waist and cast a challenging nce at


    Lewis, who couldn’t believe his eyes and ears. Why was she so familiar with his cousin?


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Carlos disentangled her from his arms and examined her cheek carefully.


    His face turned livid.


    “Who did this?” He shifted his gaze to Lewis, who also had a swollen face.


    Assuming that Lewis hit Debbie, Carlos released her, and before Lewis could respond, kicked him in


    the gut, knocking him to the floor.


    He then walked over to his prone body, and ced his foot on him. Then he asked in an icy tone, “You


    hit her, didn‘t you?”


    Beside him was a table. Carlos picked up the teapot from the table and raised it overhead, as if he was


    going to smash it against Lewis’ head.


    Lewis’ face paled.


    “Rx, man! I didn’t hit her. It was Portia. She pped her!”


    It was the first time that Debbie had seen Carlos lose it like this, and she was a little scared as well.


    She then realized that Carlos had always been rather kind to her when she had offended him so many


    times.


    Lewis’ pleas snapped Debbie back to reality. She grabbed Carlos’ arm and exined, “He didn’t hit me.


    I kicked his ass.”


    Carlos then let go of Lewis, ced the teapot back on the table and warned him, “If she hits you again,


    don’t fight back.”


    “What?! But why?” Lewis was in stunned disbelief.


    Carlos straightened his suit and said indifferently, “She’s my wife.”


    “She’s Carlos’ wife?! That means she’s my cousin-inw.’ Lewis almost choked on his own tongue.