“You said you wouldn’t like to have a daughter. Remember?”


    He furrowed his brows, confused and asked, “When did I say that?”


    “A long time ago! When Megan asked you whether you would prefer a son or a daughter, you said you


    wanted a son,” she said, looking him in the eye, waiting for his answer. Back then, Debbie had been


    afraid that he wouldn’t love their baby if she gave birth to a girl.


    Carlos didn’t know how to answer her. He remembered that he did say that. After a short while, he said,


    ‘LL tell you when we’re home.”


    ‘why is he acting so mysteriously?’ she wondered.


    After Carlos had a shower and climbed onto bed, Debbie couldn’t hold back her curiosity anymore. She


    snuggled up to him and asked, “Old man, now that we’re alone, you can tell me why you preferred a


    son to a daughter back then.”


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    Carlos put his arm under her neck, pulled her closer to him and started to exin.


    “Back then, you were a rebellious teen. You drank a lot, yed truant, and fought with others. I was


    afraid that if we had a daughter, she would be the same as you. It’s not that I wouldn’t love her. It’s


    because I wouldn’t know how to discipline her, whereas boys are different. If it was a son and he defied


    me, I could just beat him whenever he stirred up trouble.”


    In the end, Debbie gave birth to a daughter, and Carlos was right. He could do nothing to Evelyn.


    Evelyn was like a queen, and he was like her ve. He would provide her with the best things that


    money could buy, and all of her heart’s desires were granted.


    “Carlos! Are you saying that if we had a son, you would beat him as you wish?” Debbie asked, raising


    her voice. Now that she knew what Carlos would do to discipline their son, she felt relieved that they


    had a female child.


    Carlos chuckled and whispered in her ear, “No, no, no. Of course, I’d be nice to our son. After all,


    beating him would break your heart.”


    Little did he know that what he just said woulde back to haunt him in the future.


    His warm breath made her ear itchy. She rubbed it and said, “I hope you’ll keep your word.”


    “Of course.”


    Debbie adjusted her position to make herselffortable, and then she realized that she was rather


    hungry. During supper, she had been preupied with why Carlos had preferred a son, and she had


    eaten very little pondering over it. ‘I’ll get fat if I eat something at this Late hour, ‘ she thought. For the


    sake of maintaining her lovely figure, she decided to go to sleep.


    “Hey, I want to sleep. Tell me a bedtime story.”


    Her rumbling stomach made Carlos chuckle.


    “ALL right. I have an interesting story,” he said with a cunning smile.


    “Hmm.


    “Once upon a time, there was a young swordsman. He left his home, hoping to make a name for


    himself.”


    Debbie’s stomach grumbled again, and she held her waist. The hunger pangs were torture.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    Carlos raised an eyebrow mischievously and continued, “One day, he entered a restaurant and ordered


    braised beef, spicy diced chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, fried crab with pepper, seaweed soup-“


    “Stop!” Debbie yelled.


    “Carlos! You did that on purpose!”