Chapter 45 An English ss


    Carlos looked at the girl standing before him, and said nothing.


    Debbie approached him and whispered in his ear, "Hey, are you stupid or something?"


    His face soured almost immediately at what she said. He cast a warning nce at her and said in a


    cold voice, "Are you sure you want to offend me?"


    Debbie immediately shook her head and replied with a ttering smile, "You asked me to buy my


    ssmates ice cream. But the money was yours. Technically, it was you who bought them the ice


    cream. Why would you do that?"


    "You werete for ss," he said indifferently.


    "What did it have to do with---" Before she could utter the words, "buying them the ice cream", she shut


    her mouth. In truth, she didn''t understand his motives.


    ''What was he trying to say? That there was nothing wrong with me eating ice cream, but I shouldn''t


    have beente for school? Was he trying to imply that?


    Actually, I didn''t run eight kilometers nor was I the one who paid for the ice cream. So basically I never


    received any punishment.


    Seriously? Is he really such a nice guy?'' she thought to herself, while eyeing Carlos from head to toe in


    disbelief. She was not ustomed to being treated well by Carlos. When she noticed Carlos'' ramrod


    straight posture, she asked curiously, "Have you served in the army before?"


    "Uh-huh."


    "Then why did you quit the army? You prefer being a CEO?" She could imagine he must have been the


    most handsome soldier in the army.


    Debbie believed that if he were wearing the military uniform right now, she would literally be drooling


    over him. ''What a pity!'' she sighed.


    As if Carlos understood what she was thinking about, he shed a naughty smile at her and whispered


    in her ear, "If you really want to learn more about me, why don''t youe and see me this evening?


    We can have an in-depth exchange."


    What? In-depth exchange?


    If he had only mentioned "in-depth exchange", she would not have been lost in various conjectures.


    Why did he stress "this evening"? Was he implying something else? Men would never tire of telling dirty


    jokes, and Carlos was no exception.


    When Debbie realized what he was implying, she flushed scarlet with shyness. She coughed once and


    cleared her throat. "No, thank you. Bye!" she answered simply, before turning to leave.


    The man said something behind her back that made her stagger.


    She steadied herself and turned around to say something, but the man was not there any more. He


    had already left to instruct the students in training.


    ''Did I mishear him? No, that can''t be right!'' she thought to herself.


    From that day onwards, Debbie had changed her motto from, "Don''t run with the crowd, and go your


    own way" to "I need to sleep with Carlos Huo; I must sleep with him one day".


    Initially, Debbie had nned to sleep in the dorm after school was dismissed. However, on her way to


    the dorm, she received Philip''s call.


    "Debbie, Mr. Huo just called me. He just got off work and is on his way home. He asked me to remind


    you that you will have an English ss with him this evening."


    Debbie went pale, as blood drained from her face.


    ''What have I done to anger Carlos Huo? Why does he always have to mess with me?'' she cried in her


    mind.


    When Debbie arrived at the vi, Carlos was not back home yet. She went up the stairs to her room


    and threw herself onto the bed.


    After a few minutes, she called her friend Jared. "Hi Jared. Have you found me a suitable job?"


    Since the door to her bedroom was unlocked, the man standing outside was able to eavesdrop on their


    conversation. He was about to knock on the door, but withdrew his hand in thest minute.


    On the other hand, Jared had just arrived at a bar with his buddies. When he saw the caller ID, he


    found a quieter ce and answered the phone. "I thought you were kidding. Are you seriously looking


    for a part-time job?" he asked in stunned disbelief.


    "Of course I''m serious. I''ve been living on a shoestringtely. You need to help me out, buddy!" She


    thought that her money was enough to keep her going for the next two months. But unfortunately,


    Carlos had made her buy her ssmates ice cream. As a result, she was going to run out of money in


    just two days.


    "You have no money?" Jared asked, confused. But as he was about to go further, his buddies waved at


    him urging him to get in with them. He had to reluctantly dismiss Debbie by saying, "All right. I''ll get


    back to you on this tomorrow."


    "Oh, okay. Uh... could you..." Debbie was too shy to continue, because she had never been caught up


    in such an awkward situation before.


    It was very unlike her to behave like that because she had always been a straightforward person. Jared


    asked curiously, "Tomboy, are you okay? Don''t mince words. Just say it.


    This isn''t like you at all."


    Debbie rolled her eyes, cleared her throat and finally said, "Uh, I was wondering if you could lend me


    some money. Like a few thousand dors? I''ll pay you back once I have my sry."


    Debbie was so embarrassed she wished she could dig a hole in the ground and stick her head in. She


    shouldn''t have asked Carlos for a divorce while she was still a college student. If she had waited until


    she had graduated and found a job, things would have been totally different.


    ''Pathetic'' didn''t even begin to exin how she felt right now! Not only did she have to look for a job, but


    she had to ask Jared to lend her some money.


    Unfortunately, she didn''t have the means to turn back time.


    Jared waspletely shocked. ''Debbie has no money? That can''t be true!'' As his buddies kept on


    urging him to get in the bar with them, he had to bid farewell to Debbie. "Okay. I''ll transfer the money


    later," he said before he hung up.


    Within one minute, Debbie received a text message from the bank which said 5, 000 dors had been


    transferred into her ount.


    Immediately, she sent Jared a WeChat message. "Got the 5, 000. Thanks, bro!"


    She clicked the "send" button and shed a relieved smile. All of a sudden, someone knocked on her


    bedroom door. Realizing who it was, she put her phone in her pocket and jumped out of the bed. She


    trotted towards the door, and opened it to greet Carlos. "Old man, good evening."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    From the looks of it, he had just arrived home as he was still wearing his white shirt and tie, with his


    coat hanging from his arm. Carlos eyed her from head to toe and said in a calm voice, "Grab your


    English book. I''ll be waiting for you in the study."


    After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the study himself.


    When Debbie entered the study with her English book, Carlos was standing before the French window,


    smoking. He stood straight as a ramrod.


    He had a picture-perfect profile. The first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, exposing a part of


    his firm, chiseled chest. Debbie felt somewhat thirsty at the sight of the handsome man smoking before


    the window. She swallowed hard and wished for this peaceful moment tost a bit longer.


    Carlos saw here in through the reflection in the window. He walked towards the desk and killed the


    cigarette butt in the ash tray. "Sit," he demanded briefly.


    Looking around the study, Debbie believed that the couch would be the mostfortable ce, so she


    went towards the couch and made herselffortable.


    Carlos followed and sat next to her. They were so close, she could feel the warmth of his body.


    In a low, tantalizing voice, he asked, "How''s your English? I''ll need to assess that before we can


    continue. We are going tomunicate in English this evening."


    Debbie was slightly taken aback. ''Communicate in English? Seriously? I''ve never passed any English


    tests before. I can only speak a bit of English. I had learnt it before I had to travel abroad.''


    "First of all, you need to pay..."


    Carlos opened his mouth and English words poured out of his mouth like a waterfall. Debbie didn''t


    know what he was talking about, but she could tell that his ent was of that so-called Received


    Pronunciation. The only words she was ustomed to were words like "first of all" and "you need to".


    She had no idea what he was trying to tell her.


    When Carlos finally stopped talking, Debbie sat up straight, cleared her throat and answered, "Good


    night... H-How much..." The more she said, the deeper he frowned.


    After she finally finished speaking, he gripped the book more tightly. He tried his best to calm himself


    down and not make her feel intimidated and discouraged.