Three minutester, the two women both stood behind the door, trembling from fright. Through the cat’s


    eye, ir could see Wesley ringing the doorbell again and again.


    Suddenly, the ringing stopped. Then the two women heard two men talking.


    Debbie knew that it was Carlos.


    She opened the door swiftly. True enough, there stood Wesley and


    Carlos.


    The door was only slightly open, just enough space for one to peek out.


    “Oh, Wesley, there you are. What brings you here? Are you here for me?”


    “ir,e out, now!” Wesley demanded loudly, as if he were talking to a clumsy assistant.


    Debbie rolled her eyes at him. ‘Am I invisible? Can he not see that I’m here?”


    ir Listened carefully as she hid behind the door trying to figure out what was going on. Then she


    discreetly snuck into Debbie’s bedroom.


    Wesley impatiently pushed the door open and stormed in. In the tiny, quaint living room stood only


    Debbie and Harley. It smelled of a freshly cooked meal.


    “Wesley, I’m having dinner. Would you like to join me?” Debbie asked him.


    Wesley fixed his eyes on the closed door of her bedroom. Debbie began to feel nervous so she hastily


    said, “Wesley, why are you looking at my bedroom? I’m single, you know. I might get the wrong idea if


    you keep looking at my room Like that.”


    Carlos, who remained in the doorway, frowned at this.


    Wesley ignored her and stalked towards her bedroom. Debbie pulled


    Carlos inside and urged, “Hurry, you’re on the clock! I’ll love you even more if you can handle Wesley.


    He’s about to trespass your woman’s bedroom. Are you okay with that?”


    Wesley already had a hand on the doorknob and was just about to push the door open, when Carlos


    called, “Wesley.”


    Wesley Looked back at him, bewildered.


    “It’s not polite to walk into a woman’s bedroom without her permission.


    I guess there isn’t a bathroom in Debbie’s room. ir wille out eventually. Why don’t you just wait


    and eat for now?”


    This wasn’t the kind of help Debbie had been expecting. ‘Did hee here to help me or Wesley?’ she


    wondered to herself.


    After shooting Debbie an icy cold look, Wesley went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then


    walked into the dining room.


    Debbie’s jaw dropped. ‘He sure has no problem making himselffortable now.’


    What surprised her even more was that Carlos did the same thing. He sat opposite Wesley.


    “Ladle the soup,” he said to her.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.