C100 and handed it to Carlos.
“Uncle Carlos, I can’t open it. Please help me unscrew the lid.”
Carlos looked at the beverage and handed it to Debbie, who seemed to be on the verge of going
ballistic.
“Honey, you open it.”
Debbie tore her eyes away from the film, and had put her full attention on Megan and Carlos as soon
as Megan opened her mouth. She wasn’t going to let anything Megan did get between them. Debbie
was surprised by
Carlos’ reaction, but she reflexively took the bottle. ‘Why did he do that? Does he think I’m his servant
or something?‘
With the bottle in her hand, for a long moment, Debbie was too stunned to react.
“Here, let me help you,” Carlos said.
He quickly opened the bottle and gave it back to Megan.
Both Megan and Debbie were surprised.
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Hence, Carlos was actually helping Debbie instead of Megan.
Megan was embarrassed. And not only that, she had created an opportunity for Carlos to express his
affection for Debbie. He threw it right in her face. She had no one else to me but herself.
When the movie was over and the end credits were rolling, they walked out of the cinema. They were
caught by a gust of cold wind that blew on them right when they hit the streets. Megan crossed her
arms over her chest and trembled.
“It’s so cold,” she said.
“Are you cold?” Carlos asked Debbie.
She shook her head. She was wearing a down jacket while Megan was sporting a reversible cashmere
overcoat with few buttons.
Carlos walked to the car and opened the door.
“Get in the car first if you’re cold,” he told Megan.
After giving Debbie a look of triumphant satisfaction, Megan got in the car.
Just then, Carlos closed the door and said to the driver, “Megan is cold. Turn the heat up and drive her
home.”
The driver was hesitant.
“What about you and Mrs. Hilton?”
“I’LL ask my assistant toe and pick us up.”
Megan was deeply disappointed.
Through the Lowered passenger seat window, Debbie snickered at Megan.