He kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered in her ear, “I don’t want to fight anymore. Let’s go home.”

“Fight? Does wanting a divorce count as fighting?’ she thought inwardly.

When they reached the villa, Carlos got out of the car and opened the back door. He took the bags and helped Debbie out of the car.

He was so considerate and careful that Debbie felt like she was a pregnant woman.

Inside Debbie’s bedroom, Carlos pulled the wrappings off a box of lipsticks and put the Lipsticks on her dressing table.

“Hey, old man, stop!” Debbie blurted out.

Women liked shopping, and also enjoyed undoing the wrappings. Sometimes it was a game, Like how intact could I leave this if I just undid some corners? The struggle was real.

when she said that.

didn’t stop, Debbie ran toward him and took the other

want to take the wrappings off. So

her into his arms, kissed her on the forehead

saying that, he let go of her and walked

“Don’t think I’LL forgive you just because you apologized and got me

harsh words

turned around and his

a stubborn girl and would not forgive him that easily. But he believed that she would eventually forgive him if he treated her better.

to resist the siren call

piles-those she liked and those she

colors while Kristina loves soft ones. And auntie will love this pale mauve one!

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