Then, Xavier continued to recite the blessing, “Wish you a baby boy as soon as possible…”


    “No, thanks. I don’t need a son. I have my hands full with two daughters,” Carlos cut in bluntly.


    Xavier didn’t mind and shrugged his shoulders. But Kinsley wouldn’t Let it go. He said, “Well, I need to


    have a son ASAP. I’ll ask my son to marry your daughter. That way, Hilton Group will be my family


    operation.”


    Carlos snorted, eyes full of sarcasm.


    “Don’t bother. I won’t let my daughter marry a younger guy.”


    Kinsley disagreed, “You’re so old-fashioned, Carlos. Age doesn’t matter at all. A husband with an older


    woman can still take good care of her


    Ang’s Library


    I can’t believe you think that way.”


    “Nice!” Niles folded his arms and nodded his head.


    Carlos was supposed to have a sweet moment with Debbie tonight, and wasn’t in the mood to argue


    with them anymore.


    “Now, all of you, get lost!”


    ? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    Xavier stood up, and yfully recited again, “Be a good son, respect your parents and uphold your


    family honor. The bride has sugar, so the groom is eager; the wedding night is precious, yet… marriage


    is longer.”


    The other two guys burst into a fit of wildughter. More Laughter could be heard from the closet.


    Carlos noticed it, but he paid no attention to it.


    He estimated that there were at least ten people in his bedroom now, including himself. And only one of


    them actually belonged there.


    Ignoring their Laughter, he crossed his arms over his chest and took a look at his wristwatch.


    “Every second of my wedding night is precious


    So scram.”


    Someone flung the door to the closet open. Decker came out, then


    Curtis, Wesley and others in tow. They had been waiting there a Long time, but Carlos didn’t walk in.


    Carlos shifted his gaze, looking at each person who emerged from the closet. Much to his


    disappointment, none of them were his beloved wife.


    He realized that Debbie wasn’t in this room at all.


    They all squeezed onto Carlos’ bed. Some sat there, while the others casuallyy down. It was an odd


    scene-Carlos stood alone and nine other men were on his bed.


    “Where is my wife?” This was the only question in Carlos’ mind now.


    “Well, your wife is…” Curtis smiled evilly.


    Dixon said, “Your wife…”


    Jared filled in the sentence, “—isn’t here. She’s not even in the house.”