Chapter 71 Male Chauvinist
At this moment, Debbie felt that Carlos was much more reliable and trustworthy than other men around
her, such as Jared and Hayden. Hayden had admitted quite bluntly that he still loved her. Despite that,
he wasn''t there when she needed his help.
However, when she kissed Carlos on the cheek, he gently pushed her away, walked to the night stand
and dialed the receptionist''s number. "This is Room 1206. We need a med kit. Thank you."
Before he got a definite positive response, he hung up the phone hastily.
Debbie was startled. ''Really? That''s how he usually asks people to do him a favor? I don''t think he''s
going to get that med kit anytime soon, '' she thought to herself.
However, within three minutes, the doorbell rang. Debbie ran to open the door, and saw an employee
of the hotel standing outside with a med kit in her hands.
"Thank you so much," she thanked her politely and took over the kit.
"You''re wee, miss."
After closing the door behind her, Debbie walked up to Carlos and gave him the kit. He opened it, took
out some Q-tips and a bottle of antiseptic solution before leading Debbie to a chair. "Sit. I''ll clean your
wound," he offered gently.
"Really? Have you been trained in treating wounds?" she asked in utter disbelief.
He rolled his eyes and answered coldly, "I''ve served in the special force before. Cleaning wounds is a
piece of cake to me. It''s one of the most necessary skills we must learn."
"You''ve really served in the army before!" she eximed. Last time, she could tell from his standing
position that he must have been trained forbat before. But she didn''t expect him to have served in
the special force. Her thoughts ran wild.
"Then why did you quit the army and be a CEO? Did you not like serving in the army?" she asked
in confusion.
She really wished to see him in the military uniform. He''d be so handsome in it.
"It''s a long story. I''ll narrate it to you some other time." He unscrewed the lid, dipped a Q-tip into the
solution and began to clean her wound gently.
A sharp intake of breath was heard. It was a kind of cheap solution, and gave her wound a stinging
sensation. She surely seemed to be in excruciating pain. Every time he cleaned the wound with the Q-
tip, she winced in pain. But still, she was much stronger than other girls in resisting pain. Other girls
would have already cried in pain if they were in Debbie''s shoes.
Carlos paused upon hearing her intake of breath. He was used to this kind of solution, but he forgot
that Debbie was a girl and the pain might seem unbearable to her. His face softened as he said, "Sorry,
I forgot to remind you that the solution might sting. I''ll be quick. Just hold on." Then he continued to
clean her wound again.
"It''s okay. I can handle it." If Kasie and Kristina were here, they would lecture Debbie about the way she
acted before Carlos earlier.
Other girls would certainly pretend that it was very painful and even shed tears to draw his attention.
Debbie, however, acted bravely. She pretended as if it didn''t hurt at all, and stubbornly refused to let
him know the intensity of pain she was facing.
She fixed her eyes upon the man who was focused on cleaning her wound. After a while, she couldn''t
resist her urge and asked, "Carlos Huo, why did youe to me today?"
Ignoring her question, he took out a band-aid and was about to apply it over her wound.
"I don''t want to have a band-aid on my face," she refused. ''It would look rather weird with a band-aid on
my face, '' she thought. It was just a tiny wound.
Carlos turned her down without any hesitation. "I insist on it. You can remove it tomorrow morning if
you want."
"Fine! Why did you avoid my question?"
Carlos put everything back into the med kit and answered casually, "I''m your husband. It is pretty
normal for me to be avable for you when you need me."
She was effectively rendered speechless. ''Can''t he be a bit amiable to me?'' she wondered. She
lowered her head and remained quiet for a while. Obviously, she was disappointed right now.
Carlos, however, didn''t realize that. Even if he did, he remained indifferent to it. He ordered, "Go to the
bathroom and take a shower. It''ste, and we need to get some sleep. We''ll be flying back home
tomorrow morning."
"But I thought we were going to spend a few more days here," she retorted quickly.
Carlos didn''t really understand why she still wanted to stay in the city where she had been robbed
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mercilessly. He knew it would be futile to argue with her on this matter, so he pulled her into his arms
and threatened, "Are you sure you want to disobey me?"
His hands were running wildly throughout her body. Debbie blushed. She struggled to set herself free
and swiftly dashed towards the bathroom. "I''m going to take a bath now."
After spending almost an hour in the bathroom, Debbie finally reappeared and saw Carlos working on
hisptop.
Her phone rang at this moment. She walked to the night stand, picked up the phone and saw the caller
ID. Hesitantly, she moved to the balcony and answered the call.
"Hello." Her voice seemed nothing louder than a whisper.
"Deb, what happened? I was in a meeting. It just got over now." Hayden''s voice came from the other
end of the line.
Gazing at theke not far away, she sighed inwardly and answered in a cold voice, "Nothing. Mind your
own business."
"Deb, when are youing back to Y City? I''ll pick you up at the airport when you arrive."
"No need for that, Hayden Gu. And don''t you dare call me from now on. I''m married. I don''t want my
husband to misunderstand our rtionship. We better stay away from each other."
After a long pause, Hayden giggled and said, "Deb, I know you are lying to me. You are only 21. How
can you get married this early? I know you are mad at me because..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a man''s voicee from the other end, "Deb." Debbie
turned stiff upon hearing Charles'' voice and wondered whether he had heard their entire conversation.
She had promised Carlos before that she would not send messages to Hayden again.
"Deb, who''s that man? Why are you with him at thiste hour?" Hayden''s voice was far from anything
that could be described as calm.
Debbie''s heart skipped a beat when she saw Carlos'' furious face.
She blurted, "He''s my husband. It''s veryte now. My husband and I need to go to bed. Bye!" Before
Hayden could reply, she hung up the phone.
Staring at her phone, Debbie didn''t know how to exin it to Carlos. She smoothed her hair to calm
herself down and murmured, "Uh...Carlos...don''t get me wrong..."
Without saying a word, Carlos turned around and walked into the bedroom. She had no other choice
but to follow him. "I really have no rtionship with him anymore. You have to trust me, Mr.
Handsome." She felt awful after being misunderstood by him.
Carlos turned and looked at her with deep eyes. "How can I trust you? After all this?"
Her cheeks were red out of anxiety. She put her phone aside, held his waist with both arms and kissed
him on the lips. After a while, she raised her head and asked in a whisper, "Do you trust me now?"
Since she took the initiative to kiss him, he didn''t turn her down. Instead, he wanted more of it.
He held her tightly, lowered his head and kissed her right on her lips, passionately.
His lips were demanding and firm when they molded hers. He was kissing her with both tenderness
and need. He threw her onto the king-sized bed. Then he leaned down and kissed her lips again. "I
want to bite this lip," he murmured against her mouth, and carefully he tugged at it with his teeth. She
moaned spontaneously and he smiled, out of satisfaction.
Early the next morning, a man walked out of the hotel, followed by a girl. Both of them seemed to have
long faces.
His face was livid, whereas the girl looked frustrated. They were none other than Carlos and Debbie.
Tristan, carrying Debbie''s suitcase, tagged along with them and didn''t dare to utter a word. He could
sense the intense struggle between his boss and his boss'' wife.
''Did they end up having a fight again? No, I don''t think so.
Or did the tension stem from Mr. Huo''s dislike towards the room? Did he not get enough sleep?''
Tristan''s rally of thoughts marched on endlessly. He had suggested a five-star hotel to Carlos, but the
He really felt confused, but he decided to keep his nose out of Carlos'' private affairs. He didn''t want to
Upon arriving at the VIP lounge of the airport, Debbie sat opposite Carlos and cast a ferocious nce
at him. She cursed, "You are an insensitive, unthoughtful male chauvinist!"