When he saw that, Carlos stood up, grabbed a wet napkin from a bodyguard and began to wipe his


    hands.


    “Aaaargh! Carlos is so handsome!”


    “What a great guy! He’s a hero!”


    Carlos heard the girl say that Debbie had promised them she would have him sign autographs for


    them. He took a notebook from a nearby fan, and signed his name.


    When he received the third notebook, he saw Debbie’s handwriting. She not only signed both their


    names, but also drew a heart between them. A satisfied smile spread across his lips. Her tiny gesture


    put him in a good mood. That spurred him on, and he signed many more notebooks


    But there were too many fans there, and he didn’t have enough time to sign autographs for everyone.


    He was busy, and time was money. After signing for ten more fans, he and Debbie said their goodbyes


    as the mob got louder. Shielded by his bodyguards, they both got into a Bentley


    The car slowly rolled away, and the fans continued to make noise. In the car, Debbie and Carlos could


    finally enjoy peace thanks to the soundproof windows.


    Debbie heaved a long sigh of relief. She was exhausted, physically and mentally. She leaned in the


    back seat and closed her eyes.


    Seeing her sleepy face, Carlos pulled her into his arms.


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    “Get some rest,” he suggested.


    Debbie didn’t refuse him. Smelling his cologne, she leaned on his shoulder and asked casually, “Why


    did you suddenly out us?”


    With a smile, he stroked her hair and asked in reply, “Why ask that?


    You’re not happy, are you?”


    Debbie made herself morefortable and grumbled, “That little scene back there is what I was trying


    to avoid. I’m still mad at you. I remember everything you did to me.”


    Stifling a giggle, he pinched her cheek and asked, “Really? So how do I make you happy?” Deep


    inside, he chuckled, ‘Deb is so cute.’


    “Um We’ll talk tomorrow.” ALL she wanted right now was to sleep.


    She was tired. That was a fact. The way she talked and the pale color of her face stung Carlos’ heart.


    He decided to be still and let his wife sleep.


    Thinking of Debbie’s need for privacy, Carlos pulled out his phone and sent Emmett a text message


    saying, “Delete all news rted to my wife.”


    He had gotten what he wanted-people now knew Debbie was his wife. He didn’t think it necessary to


    make her life hell by having fans watch her every move.


    “Yes, Carlos.” Emmett’s reply came soon. Carlos’ phone was not on mute, so the notification sound


    woke Debbie up.


    She raised her eyes, looking at Carlos* jaw, and murmured, “Just to let you know, I cancelled our trip to


    the Maldives.”


    Carlos frowned at Debbie’s words. ‘Looks Like she is really mad at me.


    It was her dream to go to the Maldives, yet she cancelled the trip.”


    He stroked her cheeks gently and said in a soft voice, “Well, if you say so. When we both settle down


    abroad, I’ll take you anywhere you want.”


    Debbie didn’t respond. She thought, ‘I’ll give you one more chance. If we don’t fight over Megan again,


    I’ll go anywhere with you.’ Soon after, she dozed off again.