Chapter 215 Be More Tolerant Towards Her


    Delicately holding two sses of wine, Curtis walked towards his buddies. "I''ve managed to bring only


    one extra ss," he said while taking a sip from the ss in his right hand. Then he ced the second


    ss on the desk before them and added, "Whoever grabs this first will have it. The rest of you can


    fetch your own."


    They all took it as a joke. Since when did they have topete for a ss of wine?


    But even before he loosened his grip, Damon grabbed the ss, went to the couch and said casually,


    "Well, seems I''m the lucky one." Then in the same casual manner, he sat next to Megan and offered


    her the ss. "Little angel, you can have this," he said with a sideways nce at Curtis.


    "Hey, are you trying to impress her with the wine that I''ve just brought for you? Shame on you!" Curtis


    reprimanded.


    "Thank you, Uncle Damon, but I don''t feel like drinking." Megan declined his offer politely. She sat with


    her fingers interlocked under her chin, seeming very preupied.


    "You were fine just a moment ago. What happened?" Damon asked curiously.


    Casting a pitiful nce at Carlos, who was still smoking, Meganined, "Aunt Debbie doesn''t


    seem to like me. She even had a fight with Uncle Carlos over me. I feel so sad..."


    Carlos flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you."


    Poor at reading moods, Damon consoled Megan, "It''s okay. Pepper Nian is an odd woman. As far as I


    know, she has only a few friends. Besides, our Megan is so adorable. I can''t see how anyone could not


    like you. Don''t think about it too much." He stroked her hair gently.


    But thements rubbed two of his friends the wrong way. Carlos looked at him with burning eyes and


    asked, "Who is the odd woman? I dare you to repeat it."


    Gruffly, Curtis snatched the ss of wine from Damon''s hand, poured the wine into his own ss, and


    snapped, "Boy, you have the nerve to speak ill of Debbie before Carlos! Try that one more time, and I


    swear, he''ll beat the crap out of you!"


    Instantly, Damon regretted his mistake. Why would he cross Carlos? To make up for his error, he went


    to the wine cab and brought the other sses of wine that Curtis had poured for them. "I''m sorry,


    Carlos. You know how clumsy I sometimes get in expressing myself. Guys, let''s forget that dry joke and


    drink."


    They clinked sses and settled down to some chitchat.


    Turning to Curtis, Carlos asked, "I''ve already gone through all the formalities for Debbie to study


    abroad. How about you?"


    But Curtis, somewhat not in favor of the idea, made an incredulous face and asked, "You want her to


    go there alone?"


    Stubbing out the cigarette, Carlos shook his head. "No."


    Although he was mad at Debbie for her refusal to have his baby and her insistence on taking birth


    control pills, he didn''t want to have her study abroad alone.


    While the men were chatting, Megan went to the bathroom, inserted an anonymous SIM card into her


    phone, and dialed a number.


    When she came back to Carlos'' office, the men were almost off, heading to the Orchid Private Club


    together.


    Wesley was the first to notice something was not right with Megan. "You look pale. What''s wrong?" he


    asked.


    Megan was startled to see everyone staring at her with curious eyes. Flustered, she looked away and


    covered her face with both palms. "Nothing. I''m perfectly okay..."


    Since she looked calmer and moreposed when she dropped her hands, no one around bothered


    to press further. Briefly, Carlos consulted with his secretary about some work rted issues, and then


    they all left the ZL Group''s offices together.


    They had hardly left the building when the employees began to gossip about them. "I envy Miss Lan so


    much. Lucky girl! She''s surrounded by some of the finest eligible bachelors all the time."


    "Now, she''s in thepany of not one, not two, but four high-ss men, everyone eager to please her.


    How lucky of her!"


    "Our very own Mr. Huo must dote on her the most. Did you hear the rumor that Miss Lan was the other


    woman between Mr. and Mrs. Huo?"


    "Maybe Mr. Huo is nicer to Miss Lan than to Mrs. Huo. Miss Lan must have saved the world in her


    previous life. What else could exin her never ending streak of luck?


    "


    At Orchid Private Club


    After supper, Wesley answered a phone call and bade his friends adieu, unable to stay with them any


    longer.


    Being a military officer sometimes denied him time for his taste for the fine things of life.


    The members of his crew settled down to whine, amid chitchat. But Damon didn''t stay long either.


    About two or three ssester, he too excused himself. "Hey, guys, will you excuse me? I need to go


    back home and keep my wifepany. See you tomorrow."


    That left only Curtis, Megan and Carlos in the private booth.


    In a bad mood, Carlos was inclined to seek sce in drink. After he and Curtis finished a bottle of fine


    Chinese spirits, thetter got a call from Colleen. As he stood to leave, Curtis had a hunch that Carlos


    might want to stay at the booth a little longer, so he reminded Megan to watch on him. "In case he gets


    two extra sses after I''m gone, please don''t let him drive. I know Emmett will be on standby, so you


    can call him to drive the two of you any time," he advised and walked out of the club as well.


    "Uncle Carlos, why are you not happy? Is it something that you could get over by talking? Should you


    feel the need to kindly talk to me, I''ll be more than willing to listen." Megan propped her hand against


    her chin and looked worriedly at him.


    Staring at his ss, Carlos asked, "How did you know she took birth control pills? Tell me the truth."


    Although he was not staring at Megan, sternness was obvious in his voice.


    Her heart skipped a beat at the question. "I-I saw it... with my own eyes. Uncle Carlos, you don''t


    believe me, do you?" she stammered.


    At the beginning, Carlos didn''t believe Megan''s words. But after he had taken Debbie to the hospital,


    he could only ept the bitter truth that his wife had been taking birth control pills.


    After a long pause, he spoke. "Your aunt Debbie is short-tempered. Please be more tolerant towards


    her."


    Megan couldn''t believe her ears. She looked Carlos in the eye, wondering whether he was already too


    drunk to reason. ''I''m only 18, yet Debbie is 21. Does he expect me to be the one to tone down and


    amodate an older woman''s whims? This can''t be more sarcastic!''


    "If... this can make Aunt Debbie happy... I''ll do it. Uncle Carlos, I can do anything for you as long as


    you''re happy." Tears welled up in her ears as she spoke.


    To change the subject, Carlos stroked her head lovingly and asked, "Have you decided what to major


    in when you go to university?"


    The question piqued Megan''s interest. "Of course I''ll go for Economics and Management, like Aunt


    Debbie. Hopefully, after graduation, you''ll find me a slot for work in yourpany. It would be exciting


    to be part of your team at work," she enthused, smiling from ear to ear.


    Mulling over her excitement, Carlos cast her a meaningful nce. "Okay. An Economics and


    Management School in the United States is pretty good. You can—"


    Before he could finish, she interrupted him. "Uncle Carlos, thanks for the generous offer. But I''d prefer


    going to the Economics and Management School right here in Y City. I don''t want to study abroad. That


    would be like sending me away from you. I don''t know how I could live far from here," Megan pleaded


    earnestly as she grabbed Carlos'' sleeve and looked at him with innocent doe eyes.


    But Carlos simply drew his sleeve out of her delicate hands and poured himself another ss of wine.


    "We''ll see," he said, sounding distant. Takingrge gulps, he downed the ss without another word.


    He was watching, trying to see what she''d say next.


    "Uncle Carlos, you''ve had too much already. Let''s go back home," Megan suggested, looking at Carlos,


    who was leaning against the couch now, his eyes shut as if in deep contemtion.


    When he opened his eyes, he took the phone out from his pocket and handed it over to Megan. "Call


    Tristan and ask him to drive me home."


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    Megan input the password, but to her surprise, it was wrong. Jealousy flooded her as she knew it must


    have had something to do with Debbie. She took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Carlos, I have no


    password."


    With his eyes closed once again, he told her the numbers without even bothering to look at her.


    On call, Megan seemed to have poor connection in the private booth. Tristan couldn''t hear what she


    was saying.