“Thank you,


    Hayden, but I’m good. My husband is here. He’s got this.”


    Hayden, however, acted as if he heard nothing. He looked around and offered, “I saw a set of jewelry,


    and you’d look dazzling in it. How about we go have a look?”


    Debbie’s smile froze as she insisted, “No, thanks. Save your money. In fact, why don’t you see how it


    looks on Miss Hue?”


    Hayden stood still with a calm face and swirled the red wine gently in his ss.


    As Debbie was hesitating to leave, a man swiftly walked on to the stage, a microphone in his hand. He


    started, “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry to take up more of your shopping time…”


    Carlos’ voice boomed through the microphone. Again, it proved how influential he was in the city. As


    soon as he had started speaking, the noisy crowd turned pin-drop silent, with their eyes glued to him.


    With his eyes fixed on a certain individual, Carlos shed a smile and continued, “I would like to take


    this opportunity to pick a unique wristwatch for my wife, as an apology to her…”


    This time, the hall erupted in an uproar. Finally, it was time to meet the mysterious Mrs. Hilton! The


    crowd cheered and eximed as they scanned the hall to look for ady who would most likely be Mrs.


    Hilton.


    Debbie’s heart skipped a beat. She clutched her wine ss tightly, holding her breath.


    ‘What in the world… is he trying to do?’ she wondered, nervously.


    She shifted her gaze towards the stage, only to find that he had been looking at her all this time. Their


    eyes met. The affection in his eyes was so evident; Debbie waspletely mesmerized.


    But she was nervous and worried. ‘Why did he mention me all of a sudden? Is he nning to really


    apologize to me in front of so many people? He is a CEO! Doesn’t he care about his self-esteem? Isn’t


    this going to be a disgrace for him?’ she wondered with a frown.


    “Tomboy, Tomboy! Carlos is going to profess his love for you in public


    However, Debbie didn’t take in any of her words; she wondered what


    Carlos was up to.


    Kasie eximed excitedly as she shook Debbie’s shoulders.


    Ignoring themotion among the guests, Carlos spoke again.


    “But… my wife has…” he paused and smirked before continuing, “a very short temper. I’m afraid she


    won’t forgive me even if I give her all the priceless valuables here.”


    The guests grew restless. More and more spectators began to whisper to each other. Inevitably,


    Debbie heard the people next to her talking.


    “Oh, my God! Who on earth is his wife? She’s so daring that she would show her anger towards


    Carlos,” a guest wondered loudly.


    “Is Mrs. Hilton that tough?”


    “I was wondering the same. If I were his wife, I would try my best to make him happy around the clock.


    How could I possibly get angry at him?”


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