“You’re a grown woman. You should take your own responsibility when there’s a problem instead of


    ming others, understand?”


    Apparently pissed off, Debbieughed sarcastically. Grabbing the pillow from behind her back, she


    threw it at Carlos angrily.


    “To hell with your ‘ming others’! Get out of my sight! I don’t ever want to see you again! Ever!”


    Unppable, Carlos didn’t duck. The pillow softly hit him.


    “Get some rest.” With those three words, he picked the pillow up, tossed it on the sofa, and left.


    Left alone, Debbie’s eyes reddened. One of the most enjoyable feelings she had with Carlos was his


    constant reassurances. It was a priceless part of the rtionship. Made her feel like a princess. But


    when he ignored her, it made her feel Like a weed in his backyard. Something which he didn’t give a


    damn about and could as well be trampled under feet.


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    Her phone had been destroyed in the ident, so when Debbie was left alone in the ward, she had


    nothing to do but aimlessly switch between


    TV channels. Yet, she didn’t find anything of interest.


    When she finally got bored with the telly, and Carlos had been gone for more than one hour, she


    decided to get out of bed to y on theputer in the ward.


    Leaving the TV on, she heavy-heartedly dragged herself out of bed and sat at theputer. That was


    when the TV in the background drew her attention.


    “CEO of Hilton Group, Mr. Carlos, is present at the fashion show.” Instantly she turned to check what


    was on the news.


    On Alorith Fashion Satellite TV, an international fashion show was being broadcast live.


    Countless cameras were on Carlos, the grim-looking, well-dressed man.


    His date wore a cloud dress and white stilettos. Arm in arm, they walked on the red carpet towards the


    venue.


    Watching all this, Debbie couldn’t help but move closer to the TV.


    But there was no mistaking the woman next to him-Portia!


    Walking beside Carlos, the ever proud and aloof woman enjoyed the envious gazes from everywhere,


    obvious excitement written all over her porcin face.


    Clenching her hands tightly, Debbie wanted to smash the TV.


    “Didn’t he say he always kept a low profile? Didn’t he say he never allowed the media to take pictures


    of him? Then what the hell is this?! Everything he says is a lie!


    He is a lying, cheating son of a bitch!’


    Even after he and Portia had sat in their VIP seats, the reporters kept on taking pictures of the two.


    After all, it was rare for Carlos to be willing to face cameras. Besides, he and Portia looked great


    together.


    “Previously, there was Olga, and then Megan, and now, Portia! Carlos, aren’t you a phndering old


    dog?!’ Debbie cursed inwardly.


    Portia was never nice to her. And now she was wrapping her arm around


    Carlos’ in public, for the whole world to see!


    Unable to take in the eyesore anymore, Debbie grabbed a ss form the bedside cupboard and


    smashed it angrily against the TV, sending the nurses gasping in shock.