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,

even suffered a few minor burns because

even though the dishes tasted awful, Debbie had worked hard

apology sincere?’ The anger in his eyes disappeared as

and started eating

stress marks on his face softened. Julie breathed out a sigh of

dressed

around to pick

out of Dubhe Building and went

Building, arm in arm.

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

the real problem was money. Debbie had been saving up, but her savings were far from enough to afford a decent

look a little

on Kristina listlessly, rolling her

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