Zelda stared at the shaking woman with mixed emotions. Recently, she had learned that Debbie was


    Carlos’ wife.


    She had seen Carlos with Megan. And word had it the Hilton family and the Elliot family were going to


    form a bond by marriage. So shouldn’t


    Carlos marry Megan or Stephanie? Why did he marry Debbie?


    Lifting her head high in defiance, Debbie walked past the Bentley and the Emperor and continued


    walking down the road towards Kasie’s building.


    Carlos opened the door and got out.


    Even though her teeth were chattering from the cold, the stubborn girl didn’t intend to yield.


    Steady footsteps came from behind her. Suddenly, she was scooped up and fell into familiar arms.


    “Hey… Let…go of…me. Now…” ‘So damn cold.”


    “If you don’t want to freeze to death, shut up!” Carlos scolded.


    Debbie’s anger red.


    “You’re the one…fooling around …with another…ugh…woman while I was in the hospital suffering. You


    don’t get to be mad, Mister. Put me down,” she said, struggling with him, while he held her fast.


    Although she was furious, due to the cold, her words sounded weak. She felt as if her Lips were not


    hers anymore. She had lostmand over them.


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    Carlos was at a loss. He had only gone to a fashion show. Why was


    Debbie using him of fooling around with another woman? ‘This woman is unbelievable! ‘


    He came to the Emperor and put Debbie down. The woman, however, gave the car a heavy kick.


    “No, I won’t g-get in. I’d rather f-f-freeze to d-death out here”. Her teeth ttered as if they were


    composing a special symphony. She was far from shivering now. Great convulsions rocked her body.


    The innocent Emperor was the one to receive the kick. Zelda sat stiffly in the driver’s seat, not daring to


    move. This was her boss’ favorite car.


    Carlos’ aura got grimmer.


    “Debbie,” he warned.


    Debbie wasn’t scared. ring at Carlos, she snapped, “What?”


    Somehow, her angry tone made himugh.


    “If you’re angry about something I did, then be mad at me. Don’t take it out on the innocent.”


    ‘The innocent?’ “Carlos, by ‘innocent’, did you mean your car or


    Megan?”


    Carlos’ anger had worn out. He wondered since when he had be so patient.


    “For thest time, get in the damn car!”