“Stomach,” she said casually.


    “You’ll need the Gastroenterology Department, ma’am. Third floor.”


    “Got it. Thanks.” Debbie walked towards the elevator. Stephanie kept her eyes glued to Debbie.


    When she saw Debbie enter the elevator and the doors close, she heaved a sigh of relief.


    “Carlos, I’m taking off,” she said.


    “Mmm hmm,” Carlos simply answered, without even raising his head. He was reading the message


    sent by his assistant.


    Stephanie was frustrated, but it wasn’t worthining about.


    Three minutester


    The familiar ck of high heels sounded again. Focused on his work,


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Carlos didn’t bother to raise his head and took a stack of documents from his briefcase.


    Debbie’s eyes swept across the ward, and she found Carlos was alone


    She threw herself into his arms and gave him a broad smile.


    “You gotta be bored. I’ll keep youpany.”


    “I’m good,” he said coldly, and even pushed her away


    Debbie pouted her lips. Sometimes she ran herself ragged chasing after


    Carlos, but she didn’t want to give up.


    “Old man…” She sat beside him and rested her head on his shoulder.


    Carlos didn’t respond.


    Silence reigned in the room. After a long time, Debbie murmured, “I’ve been so busy with the new


    album, yet I took some time out for you. Why be like this?”


    “If you stay here, I’ll not only cancel your album—”


    “What?! You jerk! I’m not leaving! Try something then!” she grumbled.


    “I’LL also shut you out of the entertainment industry and have my men throw you into the sea.” Carlos


    thought he’d better find a way to avoid


    Debbie, because every time they met, he Lost control, acting less and less like himself.


    Debbie felt like she needed to change her n. ALl she was doing was annoying him.


    Keeping this in mind, she tidied herself and apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.” Sadness


    could be heard in her voice.