Chapter 63 Take Off Your Shoes


    Watching her leave, Carlos wondered, ''I said I was sorry and I would like to make amends for my past


    mistakes. Why is she still mad?''


    Dissatisfied with how things went, Carlos quickened his pace and caught up with Debbie in the hallway.


    He startled her when he held her by the hand all of a sudden. Forcefully, she tried to wrench her hand


    free, but he tightly held on, until they were in the elevator. "You haven''t done your part yet. Now, I''ll


    hang around to give youpany while you do it," he dered.


    "Part? What part?" She was confused.


    But Carlos didn''t answer, as he quietly led her to the ground floor of Dubhe Building. When they came


    to a shop for men''s fancy underwear, Debbie understood what he had meant by her part. She had


    passed by that shop without going in that morning. Now with Carlos at her side, she didn''t have a


    choice but to enter.


    Some shop assistants trotted over to them when they noticed Carlos. "Good afternoon, Mr. Huo," they


    greeted in unison.


    "Wee, Mr. Huo," added one of them, ady, apparently in charge of her colleagues.


    Carlos nodded at them before he took Debbie further inside. "Go find me something you like. I''ll wait


    here," he urged. Then he turned around, found the nearest empty chair and sat down to wait for


    Debbie. Almost immediately, a shop assistant beaming a smile served him a cup of tea. Between sips,


    he kept himself busy, reading a catalog of products.


    Lost in a sea of expensive men''s underwear, Debbie smiled awkwardly at the shop assistants who


    were guiding her around. To put herself at ease, she wandered around briefly, pretending to be at


    home.


    A pair of red briefs caught her eyes. The embarrassment on her face was gone. She snickered and


    went to Carlos. "Will you wear anything I buy?" she inquired.


    Carlos raised his head from the catalog. Although Debbie tried to look calm, her eyes betrayed her. To


    the mischievous look in her eyes, he sighed. "Yes, I will," he agreed.


    His affirmative reply almost made her jump with cheer. It took a bit of effort to restrain her emotions as


    she turned. But before she could take two steps, Carlos added, "Anything but briefs. Also, I hate red."


    Bummer. His response was like a wet nket. It was the red briefs that she was considering buying


    him. With her n ruined, Debbie pouted sullenly. "OK, I got it," she said.


    Then she went back and wandered from section to section until she saw a pair of ck boxers. Briefly,


    she picked it up and looked at Carlos who was quietly seated on the sofa. ''Not good enough for him.''


    She pursed her lips and put it down.


    Next, she picked up a gray pair, looked at the man, and shook her head again. ''Not good enough


    either.''


    On careful observation of how Carlos and Debbiemunicated, the shop assistants all wondered


    who the girl was. One of them was so curious she couldn''t help asking Debbie, "What''s your


    rtionship with Mr. Huo?"


    Debbie gave her a friendly smile and lowering her voice almost to a whisper, said, "Why don''t you ask


    him?"


    Hands down, that scored the clincher for Debbie. The shop assistant was reduced to silence. ''If I could


    ask Mr. Huo, I wouldn''t have bothered you, madam, '' she thought sourly.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    After a long time of wandering andparison, finally, Debbie settled on three pairs of boxers which


    came at a good ten thousand dors each. Standing at the cashier''s desk, she winced at the price.


    Coming into the shop, she had not expected she''d end up spending such a ridiculous sum on a mere


    three goddamn boxers. ''What are these things made of? Gold?''


    The shop assistants had rmended those boxers, iming that the designer had several


    international des to his name. Even so, Debbie wouldn''t have spent so much on them if Carlos


    hadn''t been insisting on her buying him boxers.


    After settling the bill, she came to Carlos with the bag. Without a word, he put down the catalog and


    stood up, looking pleased. He took the bag from Debbie with one hand and held her hand with the


    other. Together, they walked off to their car, arm in arm. A peaceful couple together.


    Following after Carlos, Debbie asked, "Why did you ask me to buy these for you? How did you buy


    underwear before?"


    "I used to have them delivered to the vi or send my secretaries. Now, since I have a wife, naturally I


    should leave this kind of thing to her."


    Not in the mood for his endless witty banter, Debbie didn''t say a word in return. Anyway, how was she


    supposed to respond to that?


    Just as they were about to enter the elevator, they noticed amotion in front of a shop. Intuitively,


    they both stopped and turned to see what was happening in the moring crowd.


    A young couple were seen arguing with a cleaningdy, who was in tears.


    The argument must have been going on for a while, but what irritated Debbie was that no one had


    cared enough to intervene.


    "Let me check what''s up with the group. I''ll catch up with youter if you don''t mind." She let go of his


    hand, and headed towards the ruckus.


    As she approached, their voices became clearer. "I''m very sorry. I didn''t do it intentionally." The


    cleaningdy kept apologizing, weeping.


    "What''s going on here?" Debbie asked, standing in front of the young couple with her hands in the


    pockets of her coat.


    The young man looked at her curtly and demanded, "Who the hell are you?"


    "It doesn''t matter who I am. Just tell me what this is about," she replied nonchntly.


    The cleaningdy sobbed, "Miss, I identally dirtied his shoes with a wet mop while I was cleaning."


    "Dirtied? Look at what you did. My shoes are all wet. What if they start peeling? Can you even afford


    thepensation?" the young man demanded angrily.


    Hearingpensation mentioned, the cleaningdy took two steps backward with fear and apologized


    again. "I''m sorry, son. I didn''t see you. I''ll...I''ll wipe them clean for you right now."


    The young man snorted contemptuously, "Wipe? Are you deaf? You soaked my shoes and ruined the


    leather. What''s the point of wiping?"


    Debbie stepped in front of the cleaningdy protectively and raised her head to face the young man.


    "She already apologized, but you still think it''s not enough. What do you want?"


    "What do I want? What do you think? Since my shoes are ruined, I have to get new ones. She should


    pay for them of course." "How much are your shoes?" Debbie asked with a sneer.


    "Eight hundred and thirty dors!" the young man answered proudly with his nose in the air as if it were


    such a moment of glory to unt the price. "I''m not leaving this ce without the amount."


    He nced sideways at the cleaningdy, expecting to see her scared face. Indeed, the cleaningdy


    got flustered at the price.


    But Debbie was amused by the stupid look on the young man''s face. "I''ll pay for her," she dered.


    Shocked by what Debbie had said, the cleaningdy pulled her sleeve and said, "Miss, you don''t have


    anything to do with this. I can''t let you do this."


    Debbie turned to look at her and smiled, "It''s okay. Don''t worry."


    With the card Carlos had given her, a paltry eight hundred and thirty dors was not a problem, but it


    was a lot for a cleaningdy who made only two or three thousand a month.


    The members of the martial arts club at her university had submitted membership fees the day before.


    It happened that she was carrying some of the cash on her. Without hesitation, she decided to use it to


    help thedy out. There was an ATM around, from which she''d withdraw the same amount to


    reimburse the club.


    With that thought, she took eight hundred and fifty from her purse and handed it to the brat. "Here, you


    have it. Keep the change."


    The young man felt embarrassed, but took the money all the same.


    He grabbed his girlfriend''s hand and was ready to leave.


    "Not so fast!" Debbie said calmly as she closed her purse.


    The young couple looked back, puzzled.


    Debbie pointed at the man''s shoes and said, "I paid the price. Shouldn''t the shoes you''re wearing be


    mine now? You may go, but leave the shoes."


    The young man''s face turned livid, but he couldn''t figure out a line to retort, because what she had said


    was right. The onlookers started whispering and exchanging surprised nces at the unfolding drama.


    Left with no choice, the man took his shoes off and tossed them on the floor.


    The sight of the worn shoes sickened Debbie. She held one shoe by theces between her thumb and


    index finger, and threw it in the air. Lifting her right leg, she kicked the stinky shoe into the green bin at


    the cleaningdy''s side.


    After she had done the same with the other, the crowd pped at her uprightness and cool moves.


    After the couple fled the scene with embarrassment, the cleaningdy thanked Debbie in tears. Since


    the matter was settled, Debbie turned around and left. Behind her the cleaningdy''s emotional words


    and the crowd''s pping filled the air.


    Debbie had thought Carlos had left, but there he was, waiting for her not far from the crowd, in


    sunsses, with hands in his trouser pockets.


    Apologetically, she trotted to him. "I thought you had left," she said, feeling like a young girl again. A


    very different feeling from the forceful woman she had been while confronting the little brat.


    Carlos opened his arms and received her with an embrace. "I wouldn''t have been able to see my wife''s


    heroic acts if I had left. That would be a pity. I feel so honored to have you in my life."