“I’m so screwed! ‘


    She released Hayden’s neck and jumped out of his arms. She was so anxious that she staggered


    when shended on the floor. Luckily,


    Hayden steadied her and kept her from a nasty fall.


    “Dammit! I promised Carlos that I wouldn’t hang around with Hayden.”


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    Carlos stood where he was, wordless. His eyes fixed upon her, as cold as ice.


    Debbie opened her mouth to exin, but nothing came out, and she shut it again. After recalling what


    he had done for Megan, she decided otherwise.


    She turned and walked into the kitchen, without saying a word.


    Now, Hayden was sure that there must be something wrong between Debbie and Carlos.


    He gave Carlos a smile and sat on the couch naturally, almost as if he were not a guest.


    “It’s not what it looks like, Carlos. I’m here for egg tarts. I helped Deb on the ne earlier, and she


    wanted to make egg tarts for me in return. Nothing happened. You seem like a reasonable man…”


    Resting his hands in his pockets, Carlos cast a cold nce at Hayden and said indifferently, “You seem


    to have a lot of free time, Hayden.


    Do you want a Lot more?


    As a clever man, Hayden instantly heard the warning in Carlos’ words.


    “Thank you, Carlos, but I’m good. We’re really busy these days. After all, we’d been preparing bids on


    a specific contract for a while, but


    Hilton Group suddenly stepped in and outbid us. We have to stay alert, right?” Hayden said.


    Carlos turned to look at Debbie, who was pretending to be busy in the kitchen.


    “You like egg tarts, Hayden?”


    Hayden didn’t know why Carlos asked, so he simply answered, “Deb’s making them.”


    “Then just sit here and wait. Remember, don’t take off


    After saying that, Carlos walked past the couch, and into the kitchen.


    He turned off the tap and pulled Debbie, who was washing a rag, into his arms. His moves were quick


    and smooth.


    Debbie was startled.


    “What are you- Mmm…” Carlos kissed her rudely on the lips. His kiss was fierce and deliberate,


    showing disdain for his guest, and showing this rival for his true love’s affections exactly who was in


    charge. By telling him to stay put, he was subjecting him to more torture, as the love of his life was in


    the arms of another man.


    The sliding door to the kitchen was wide open; Hayden, who was sitting on the couch in the living room,


    could clearly see what was going on in the kitchen.


    The heating system in the vi was working. Debbie had taken off her down jacket when she got home.


    She was now wearing a knit shirt, under which Carlos’ hand was caressing her breasts. It was obvious


    what he was doing, and Hayden was a captive audience.