Chapter 94 Let''s Go Home


    Now that Debbie had had her revenge on Gail, nothing else mattered. As for the man in the picture


    online, she dered, "That''s not Carlos Huo. That''s my boyfriend." She believed that making her


    rtionship with Carlos public would only bring herself more trouble.


    Hearing her words, her friends thought to themselves, ''Come on! That is Carlos Huo.''


    The girl who hade to ask for Carlos'' contact information left the ssroom with doubts of her own.


    Debbie took out her phone andined to Carlos, "Mr. Huo, your fans are totally crazy. If they want


    your contact information, why didn''t they just ask you in person while you had sses at school? Now


    that they know I know you, they keeping to me for all kinds of information. Not even half a day has


    passed and crazy fan number 33 found me in the ssroom. This is madness!"


    She didn''t get any reply for a while. Half an hourter, her phone buzzed. "You should get used to it


    because I might make your identity as Mrs. Huo public anytime."


    If he did that, more girls would try to find her. And this time, they would be pissed off that Mr Huo was


    off the market! She shivered at the thought of their reaction to the news. "Mr. Huo, please have some


    mercy on me. Let''s keep this low-key. Just like how it was three years ago," she pleaded.


    Carlos smiled at the other end of the phone. "Deb, it''s toote for that now," he replied.


    ''The moment I lost my heart to you, I knew that you were the one. You are mine and you are not going


    anywhere. I want you by my side for the rest of our lives and I can''t wait to tell the whole world that you


    are my wife, '' he thought to himself.


    Debbie, on the other hand, was terrified by what would happen once everybody knew she was Carlos


    Huo''s wife. She totally freaked out when another one of Carlos'' fans ran excitedly towards her.


    ''Argghh! I can''t stand this anymore. It''s driving me crazy! Whoever wants to be Mrs. Huo, please be my


    guest. I''m more than willing to give the title away.''


    But then she pictured another woman dining with Carlos, traveling along with him, having fun with him,


    sleeping in his arms... Just imagining those scenes was enough to upset her immensely!


    That crushing feelingpletely cleared her head. She knew what she wanted now. She shoved


    Carlos'' enthusiastic fan aside and whispered to Jared, "I need money. Get me a job in some other bar. I


    need to sing."


    Jared stared at her for a moment and then shook his head. "You know what? You''re insane!


    Your husband is generously rich. If this were some other woman, she would be busy enjoying her


    comfortable life. But you? You want to work part-time! What are you thinking?"


    Debbie was frustrated. "There''s something that I want to buy. It will be more meaningful if I buy it with


    my own money," she exined.


    She only had around $20, 000 left from the money she had made by drinking. It was enough to buy the


    thing that she wanted, but she could only afford the lesser version for that money, which wouldn''t do.


    She only wanted the best for Carlos.


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    She liked Carlos. There was no more doubting that truth. There was no hesitation in her. Since that


    was crystal clear in her heart now, she decided to show him how she felt about him before it was too


    late.


    She couldn''t stand the thought of losing him.


    "Okay, I''ll find another job for you. But no drinking. Can you promise me that?" The risk was too high for


    Jared. Carlos would probably skin him alive if he found out that Debbie got drunk again.


    "Yes! Cross my heart!" Debbie promised, patting her chest.


    Carlos picked her up after school. They went to a hotel for dinner. That evening, she was unusually


    sweet to him. During dinner, she asked him about his day and showed concern about the recovery of


    his wound. She picked up his food for him, and she even massaged Carlos'' back diligently even though


    he told her there was no need for it.


    When they both finally sat down to eat, Carlos put some boneless fish on her te and said, "There''s


    no use sucking up to me. I still remember that you werete for ss today."


    She squirmed in her seat. That really brought her spirits down.


    Head bowed, Debbie poked the fish with her chopsticks with a frown on her face. Then she said with a


    sigh, "No horror movies and no martyrs'' cemetery, okay?"


    "Okay," Carlos agreed readily.


    His response came as a pleasant surprise to Debbie. She was thrilled. But before she could swallow


    the next bite of her delicious fish, he said, "I''m taking you to watch a live show—a person making out


    with a snake."


    "N-N-N-No!" she objected desperately, her eyes wide open and filled with horror. She had seen that


    horrendous scene before. There was no way in hell that Carlos would let her go with just making her


    watch the show. Her legs started trembling as memories of the previous incident emerged in her head.


    Once, she had gone to Thand on a holiday with her friends. "Human and snake kissing" was one of


    the shows on the itinerary. Disgusted and terrified by the show, she had hidden behind a column and


    yed with her phone during the duration of the entire show. When she raised her head towards the


    end of the show, she saw Jared making out with the snake. She was so frightened that her phone was


    tossed away when she jumped out of her seat. After they had returned from the trip, she avoided Jared


    for half a month.


    At this point, Debbie already knew that Carlos made sure that every one of his punishments was harsh


    and effective to the people who angered him.


    Even Debbie, his own wife, wouldn''t be spared. He was a cold man.


    All of a sudden, the tender, vorful fish tasted incredibly nd. "Is there any way that you would let


    this one go?"


    Carlos gave her a nce as he picked out the fish bones for her. "That depends on your performance."


    After she heard his words, an idea dawned on her. She stood up from her chair abruptly and locked her


    arms around his neck. She then looked him in the eye and


    mmed her lips on his. Three times!


    That would definitely help her get through, she thought. However, the man''s face darkened and


    frowned. "Debbie Nian, did you wipe your mouth after eating?


    " Debbie bit her lips and looked elsewhere. That hadn''t urred to her.


    An innocent mistake. But it was not toote for her. She could still make up for it. She quickly drew a


    tissue and was about to wipe her mouth when it hit her that it might be wiser to wipe the tyrant''s mouth


    first.


    So, she gently wiped her husband''s mouth with a grin and then her own.


    After throwing the tissue into the bin, she wrapped his neck from behind and asked, "Mr. Handsome, do


    I get an A for my performance?"


    "I didn''t feel much sincerity. Perfunctory kisses don''t satisfy me."


    Frustrated, Debbie buried her face in his neck, and rubbed it back and forth; her breath drifted lightly


    against his skin. Carlos'' hand stopped in midair. ''This woman is doing it intentionally, '' he thought.


    He slowly put down the chopsticks and wiped his mouth and hands clean with a wet napkin.


    The next second, Debbie was pulled into his arms and seated on hisp. She looked at the door


    nervously, her face red. But they were in a private booth, so no one woulde and interrupt them.


    Carlos took her hand in his and then pulled her in for a deep kiss on the lips. His tongue was restless in


    her mouth; his breathing became heavier and heavier.


    He whispered to her in a husky voice, "Let''s go home, shall we?"


    "Yes," came her swift answer. She was aware of what he meant.


    Compared with making out with a snake, kissing Carlos sounded like a much better choice. So she had


    agreed to it without thinking when he had suggested that they go home.


    Carlos didn''t even wait for her to finish her dinner before dragging her out of the hotel and heading


    home.


    What would happen after they got home was way too exciting for Debbie. Too embarrassed to look at


    Carlos, she kept her head down and pretended to y with her phone, flushing as she thought about


    the impending scene.


    When they were about to arrive at the vi, Carlos'' phone rang suddenly. Debbie raised her head and


    saw the caller ID on the LED screen of the vehicle backup camera—Megan.


    Carlos answered the call immediately, "Hi, Megan."


    Megan sounded scared and anxious as she blurted out, "Uncle Carlos, there are some men at the gate


    of my housingmunity. They seem to be looking for something or someone. I''ve been waiting for


    them to leave for half an hour, but they are still here. What should I do?"


    Carlos'' face turned dark in worry and fury. He steered the wheel while saying, "Go to the security


    guards'' room and wait for me. I''m on my way."


    "Okay, but hurry," Megan urged.


    "Okay."


    By the time the call ended, the excitement and sweetness in Debbie''s heart had died away.


    "It must be those men fromst time. We''re going to Megan''s ce to pick her up," Carlos said in a


    hurry.