hapter: 73

At 7 a.m. the next morning, Carlos was sitting at the dining table by himself, as usual. Julie served breakfast, and assuming she wasn’t needed at the table anymore, she turned to leave him alone in the dining room.

“Julie,” he called.

“Yes, Carlos,” Julie responded.

“Did she… cook dinner on her own yesterday?” he asked.

Julie didn’t understand what Carlos meant at first. But soon, she remembered what had happened in the kitchen the day before. ‘Did Debbie really take the meal to Carlos’ office? Why is he asking about the dinner? Was he displeased by it?’ she wondered pensively.

Afraid of the possibility that Carlos was angry at Debbie, Julie replied at once, “Carlos, to make sure that the dishes tasted good,

times. She even suffered a few minor

tasted awful, Debbie had worked hard on them;

anger in his eyes disappeared as soon as he heard Julie’s

and started

breathed out a sigh of relief and

dressed and left

Kasie, and Kristina wandered around

out of Dubhe Building

Building, arm in arm.

exactly do you have in mind?” They had been to a few shops for fashionable men’s wear, trendy shoes, and expensive watches, but nothing piqued Debbie’s interest. If she kept wandering around, refusing to buy anything, Kristina would

been saving up, but her savings were far from

little

leaned on Kristina listlessly, rolling

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