Chapter 89 Seduction


    The fact that Debbie was Carlos'' wife alone was enough to forbid Jared from wanting anything more


    than friendship from her. Even if he were the bravest man on earth, he wouldn''t dare to cross the


    threshold with Carlos'' wife.


    Kristina sent a Heart-Eyes emoji, followed by her fantasy. "I want to sleep in Debbie''s arms."


    Dixon replied right away with a Worried Face emoji, "What about me? What''ll happen to me then?"


    The others hooted.


    Later, two of the doctor''s assistants came to the vi to bring some medicine to the doctor. They walked


    into the room Carlos was being operated in. After that, another wait of two hours was steadily breaking


    Debbie''s resolve. No one hade out of the room yet and Debbie was so anxious to know what was


    going on inside that she was on the verge of barging in.


    About a half more hourter, the door of the room finally opened and the two assistants walked out.


    "How is my husband? Is he going to be all right?" Debbie dashed towards them as soon as they


    stepped out of the room.


    "Both of the bullets from inside him have been removed. The surgery is almost finished. Dr. Jiang is


    just performing the finishing work, making sure there are no chances of future trouble," they reassured


    her.


    Debbie was a bit relieved now. "Can I go in there?" she asked.


    "A few more minutes, please. Dr. Jiang will being out soon."


    "Okay, then."


    Fifteen minutester, the doctor came out of the room. He removed his mask, looking exhausted. "The


    bullets have been removed and we''ve managed to stop the bleeding. But I think it would be best if you


    took Mr. Huo to hospital. After all, there is no proper medical apparatus in the vi," he stated.


    "I see. Thank you, doctor," Debbie nodded.


    Dr. Jiang didn''t know exactly who this girl was, but since Carlos had kept her around especially when


    he was wounded, he assumed that she must be someone special to Carlos. Thinking of that, the doctor


    replied respectfully, "Don''t mention it. Emmett and Tristan will be here in a minute. Please don''t hesitate


    to call me if I''m needed."


    "Okay, thanks. Please let me walk you out."


    "I''ll show myself out. You can go see Mr. Huo now."


    "All right. Thanks, doctor."


    Emmett and Tristan arrived at the vi very soon. When Debbie saw them, she was shocked to notice


    that Tristan himself was limping. It looked like his left leg was wounded as well. Debbie was concerned,


    but Tristan told her not to worry; the wound had already been attended to in the hospital. It was


    nothing.


    He also told her that it happened after he and Carlos had gotten off the ne. They left the airport and


    went to rescue Megan. Both he and Carlos were wounded. The fear that ensued had triggered


    Megan''s asthma and she was being taken care of in the hospital right now.


    With Emmett''s and Tristan''s help, Debbie moved Carlos from her bedroom to his. Her bedclothes were


    changed and for safety and hygienic purposes, the old blood-stained ones were destroyed.


    It wasn''t until the next morning that Carlos finally woke up.


    He opened his eyes and the first thing that fell into his eyes was Debbie sleeping beside him. She had


    barely slept the night before.


    Looking at her haggard face, Carlos put his good arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead.


    When Debbie woke up, Carlos was sitting on the bed perusing some files. She sat up still muddled in


    her sleep and remarked sleepily, "Oh, hey. You''re back."


    As soon as she finished the sentence, she sensed that something was wrong with it. Then she


    remembered Carlosing back the day before. The bandage on his right arm reminded her that the


    wound wasn''t a dream.


    "Did you sleep well? Are you hungry?" He put the files aside and looked at her with tender eyes. She


    seemed totally awake now.


    "It was all real. You got hurt because of Megan," Debbie muttered in a slightly horrified tone. The fact


    was still too hard for her to process.


    Hearing her words, Carlos scooped her cheek with one hand and tried tofort her, "Deb, you know


    that—"


    "I know, I know," she said resignedly. After getting out of bed, she prattled on. "I''m going downstairs for


    breakfast. Then we''re going to the hospital. Dr. Jiang said your wound needed to be treated in the


    hospital. Or else it is going to fall prey to inmmation or infection."


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    Carlos was recovering quickly. Debbie was surprised to see him able to be on his feet already. And he


    looked like a million bucks.


    "I don''t need to go to the hospital," he protested.


    Debbie turned her head back and threatened, "Fine! Then you can ask Megan toe over and look


    after you. I don''t want to take care of a stubborn patient."


    Carlos was left speechless. He recalled how tender and sweet she had been when she had danced on


    the stage the other day. Sadly, that side of her appeared only briefly.


    Debbie got dressed in her bedroom and went downstairs.


    In the dining room, Julie was heating up the dishes for Debbie. She had already gotten a call from


    Carlos asking her to do so before Debbie could get downstairs.


    After a simple breakfast, Debbie went back to Carlos'' room. "Hey, are you going to the hospital or not?"


    she asked sullenly.


    "If you''re worried about me, just call the doctor in. It would be much simpler that way in any case."


    "The doctor was here yesterday. He said there was no medical equipment here and you would receive


    better treatment at the hospital. This is the doctor''s advice, not mine. Why are you fighting this?"


    Debbie got exasperated and once again, Carlos was left nothing to retort.


    Debbie ground her teeth, angry at the man''s stubbornness. "If you n on acting like this, then I''m


    leaving. I won''te back until your wound is healed."


    She had hardly taken one step before Carlos took her wrist and agreed resignedly, "I''ll go."


    Debbie secretly chuckled and then assumed a serious look again. After prying Carlos'' hand away, she


    said, "I''ll go get your clothes."


    However, when Debbie opened Carlos'' closet, she was stunned at the tidiness and cleanness it was


    sporting. The clothes and essories were arranged in such an order as the kind one would witness if


    they were being disyed in a showcase in a mall.


    Since Carlos wanted to keep his injury from the press, Debbie picked out a pair of sweatpants, an


    extra-thick white sweatshirt, and a white baseball cap for him. She had never seen him dressed like


    that, so she assumed the press wouldn''t be able to recognize him in this outfit. It looked low-key


    enough.


    She put the clothes on the bed and ordered, "There. Get changed."


    Carlos shifted his look from her to his right arm and then back to her again, saying, "I''m injured. You''ll


    have to help me dress."


    For a moment, Debbie didn''t know how to respond. Then she said, "I''ll go get help." When Carlos had


    "Do you really want another woman to see your husband naked?" Carlos called out behind her.


    Debbie exhaled helplessly. "Fine! I''ll help you change your clothes." Carlos had gotten her there. She


    really didn''t want another woman to see her husband''s body.


    Fortunately, it was not so much work, except for the teasing part. Carlos didn''t behave at all when she


    was changing his pants.


    When she was dressing him in the sweatshirt, she identally bumped into his chest and left him a


    kiss.


    "Deb, you naughty girl, you''re seducing me." His body instantly went stiff when her soft lips touched his


    skin. As if out of instincts, he wrapped his left arm around her.


    Debbie''s face med with embarrassment. She felt like it was on fire. She covered her burning face


    with the back of her hand and said, "It''s an ident. You''re too tall. I got tripped."


    "How about we go to the hospital after?" he whispered in her ear in a tempting voice.


    "Eh? After what?"


    "After some dessert," he continued, sniffing her hair. "What are you thinking?!"


    Realizing what he was implying, Debbie gave him a pinch on the waist. "Quit joking around. Hurry up."


    Her heart was pounding but she pushed him away. In a fluster, she grabbed his left arm hurriedly and


    tucked it into the sleeve.


    Not giving up, Carlos continued with his seduction. "Honey, only my arm is wounded. My other parts


    are as good as new. If you don''t believe me, why don''t you go ahead and examine them yourself?


    Come,e."


    Debbie tried to project an angry tone to cover up her nervousness. "In your dreams, smart ass! Now


    let''s go to the hospital."