Chapter 116 We’re Married
Debbie turned in bed and rested her head on Carlos'' arm, her cheek against his chest.
With the woman he loved sleeping in his arms, Carlos felt deep contentment at heart. What else could
he wish for? Looking at her affectionately, he reminded her gently, "Honey, we have to get going. We
can continue to sleep after wee back from the airport."
"Mmm..." she muttered, and buried her cheek deeper in his chest. "One more minute," she said.
"Honey, your mother-inw''s ne is about tond."
''Mother-inw!'' Now she totally woke up. Looking him straight in the eye, she could''t help but smile at
his handsome face. "It''s great," she said.
"What''s great?" asked Carlos.
Debbie locked her arms around his neck so that half of her body was on his. "This. Us. When I wake up
and find you, my handsome, well-heeled husband by my side, it''s the best feeling there could ever be.
Youplete my dreams."
"You''ll get used to it, because you''ll wake up in my arms every day."
"I want to, but it''s impossible, since you''re so busy. You have business trips from time to time. How am I
going to wake up in your arms when you''re not even at my side?" Once again, she snuggled closer and
pressed her cheek against his chest.
The force of his heartbeat''s throbbing made her feel so close to him. For the first time, since her
father''s death, she felt safe around a man.
Caressing her gently, he kissed her eyebrows. "If you like, I can take you with me wherever I go. You
can go with me on my next business trip."
When his hand slid across her skin, she savored the slight ticklish feeling. "It would be quite an honor
to go with you. I''d dly follow you around like a shadow," she giggled.
"I''d like it even better if you and I became a part of each other," Carlos said.
Huh? The expression on his face looked familiar. "Get up. Time to pick up Mom," Debbie said abruptly,
trying to divert his attention. But her bait didn''t work. Instead, he grabbed her. "It''s ticklish," she
screamed between bouts ofughter.
Outside, the sun shone with an enchanting sparkle, especially after the previous day''s dull, cloudy
weather. From the willows around the stream, birds chirped pleasantly, jumping here and there among
the boughs. It was a good day. Hypnotized by the beautiful music of nature all around him, Carlos
savored how Debbie''s mellowughter blended into the symphony.
At the entrance to the arrival terminal of the airport, two Bentleys came to a halt. In the driver''s seat of
the one in front was Emmett. He got out first, trotted to the left back door and opened it respectfully. A
pair of feet in brand-new ck leather shoes stretched out and stepped on the ground. Then emerged
Carlos, in a long brown overcoat and sporting trendy t top sunsses.
He turned around and stretched out his right hand, saying, "Be careful."
In a long, light tan overcoat, also wearing sunsses, Debbie took his hand and smiled, "You''re being
overcautious. I''m wearing sneakers, so I won''t fall."
Carlos returned her a tender smile. Straight out of the car, they sauntered into the waiting room arm in
arm.
As they waited, Debbie was on the lookout, keenly observing every woman of about fifty and above.
Fidgeting, she wondered if Carlos'' mother looked her age, or if she was one of those few who retained
youthful looks even in old age. Luckily, before long, a middle-aged woman in a limited edition Giorgio
Armani white mink walked out of the VIP passage, apanied by two bodyguards.
"There''s Mom," said Carlos. Debbie had butterflies in her stomach.
As Carlos walked over for a hug, Debbie watched from aside. The woman too was wearing trendy
sunsses and carried herself with grace that spoke for her blue blood.
''Is that his mom? She looks amazing.'' From the way she talked to Carlos, Debbie could see a gentle,
caring mom that many could only dream of.
After greetings, they hugged again before Carlos turned around as if to introduce Debbie.
But Tabitha had noticed the girl behind him, so she took off her sunsses and beamed, "Son, is this
Debbie? Come on. Introduce us."
sping Debbie''s right hand, Carlos pulled her beside him and proudly announced, "Mom, this is
Debbie Nian. We''re married." Then he turned to Debbie and said, "Debbie, this is Mom."
The word "married" froze the smile on Tabitha''s face. ''Married? This is huge. Howe I wasn''t told?''
Without noticing the change of the woman''s facial expression, Debbie greeted, "Mom, I''m Debbie. d
to meet you!"
Tabitha had seen the world. She put on a smile and embraced Debbie. "I''m d too. Debbie, you''re
beautiful. My son has good eyes."
To which Debbie blushed, her nervousness obviously showing on the face. Carlos took her into his
arms and suggested, "Mom, this is not a ce to talk. Let''s get in the car and go home."
Tabitha knew how influential her son was in the city. Although they had made their appearances at the
airport for only a few minutes, by now, a lot of people in the hall were already gazing at them. Tabitha
nodded in agreement to his suggestion, so they turned and walked towards the exit.
Debbie opened the passenger door and intended to get in so that Carlos and his mom could sit
together and talk in the back.
But Tabitha stopped her. "Debbie, let''s sit together in the back and let Carlos sit in front," she said
warmly.
Feeling ttered, Debbie reflexively looked at Carlos, who
nodded resignedly. After helping the twodies into the back seats, he took his ce in the passenger
seat.
The car drove away slowly. On the way, Tabitha held Debbie''s hand in hers all the time, asking about
this and that, to which Debbie replied politely.
"Has Carlos ever pushed you around ever since you two got married? If he has, tell me. I''ll kick his
ass," Tabitha said.
Debbie shook her head. Reacting to the question, Carlos cut in, "Mom, maybe you won''t believe it, but
I''m the one that gets pushed around here."
Tabitha knew he was kidding. ''Carlos gets pushed around? Is that even possible?''
But innocently Debbie protested, "No. I never..." She exined incoherently. She was clumsy at
socializing. Carlos telling his mom on her threw her off guard.
"Well done, Debbie!" Tabitha remarked, to her surprise. "Somebody has to let him know that women
can''t be bullied. He used to belittle women all the time. That is about to change. Don''t be easy on him if
he does that again."
"Huh?" ''Is she kidding me?'' Debbie wondered. ''But she doesn''t seem to be joking. Usually moms are
protective of their children. Why is she not?
Is Carlos adopted?''
Tabitha and Debbie had a good time chatting. The amiable chitchat left Debbie relieved.
Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
When they arrived at the vi, Tabitha looked at the new structure and asked, "Carlos, don''t you live in
the manor?"
"No, but with time. I''m nning to move into there," said Carlos, pulling Debbie into his arms. Once the
lab and music studio were built and the other rooms were decorated, he and Debbie would move in.
''Manor? What manor? Is it some ce Carlos used to live in?'' Debbie was curious, but she was
cautious not to ask him about it. At least for now, in Tabitha''s presence, that wouldn''t be wise. So she
put those questions behind her.
When they were about to walk in the house, a red Mercedes pulled to a halt near them. Glimpsing the
license te, Carlos stopped.
The driver''s door opened and a girl in pink rolled out and threw herself at Carlos'' mom. "Tabitha! I
missed you so much," Megan said.