Debbie scratched her hair.


    “Quit your games. Out with it.”


    She had only managed topose four new songs. She still needed topose five more to finish the


    album. But staring at a nk piece of paper had only dampened her mood and she couldn’t think of a


    thing. It was killing her.


    Sometimes she wondered if Carlos deliberately did it to stop her from pestering him.


    “You’re no fun. Your ex-husband got drunk, and Damon couldn’t drive him home because he had


    something else to do. So he tapped me for the job.


    Carlos is drunk! There’s no better chance than now. Sure you won’te?”


    As Debbie had strained her brain, she couldn’t take all that in.


    “What do you mean no better chance?”


    Ang’s Library


    Jared was disappointed by her ignorance of subtext.


    “A chance to sleep with him! Make him feel guilty afterward. And then you guys get married again. Get


    it?”


    “Sleep with him?’ Debbie sighed. ‘I wish. But Carlos has an iron will.


    Last time, I got him into bed but we didn’t knock boots, ‘ she thought gloomily.


    When she didn’t respond, Jared sighed and said, “Okay, forget it. I’LL let Stephanie know. She’ll know


    what to do.”


    “Hey, hey, wait! What? Okay, I’ming! Wait for me!” Debbie finally figured it out. She stood up and


    rushed to the bathroom.


    Jared heaved a sigh of relief.


    “Hurry up. Room 888 at Orchid Private


    Club.”


    “Okay, got it.”


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Then she took a quick shower, put on a bare amount make-up and wore perfume with a Light fragrance


    before going out.


    When she arrived at Room 888, she saw Jared impatiently waiting at the door. At the sight of her, he


    quickly urged, “He’s in there. I should get going now. No need to thank me.”


    “Okay. See you,” Debbie said to Jared.


    As soon as she opened the door to the room, a strong reek of alcohol reached her nostrils. She fanned


    her hands through the air, trying to keep the stench away from her nose and mouth.


    After taking a few steps inside, she saw a man in white shirt lyingzily on the sofa, eyes shut.


    She wasn’t sure if he was fast asleep or not. He wasn’t responding to the noise, though.


    Debbie put aside her handbag and patted him cautiously, hoping to rouse him.