“No, no. I reek of hot pot. You won’t like the stench.” With that, she ran into the bathroom. Lying against the headboard, Carlos smiled at her receding back.

The next morning, Debbie woke up after Carlos had left for work. She freshened up quickly and started packing.

At the airport

Debbie got out of the car and her driver handed her the luggage.

“Thank you, Matan,” she said.

“When you get there, you will be on your own. Please take care of yourself. Call Carlos if you need anything,” he reminded her.

“Got it. Thank you. You take care too.”

“Bye, Debbie

“Bye, Matan.”

turned around and walked

the lounge, someone

Mrs. Hilton?”

like her. Let me check the picture on my phone. Yes, it’s

second

Hilton! Mrs. Hilton!

She turned around to find a dozen men carrying cameras

she screamed in

from last time when she had been besieged by reporters came flooding back to her. She certainly didn’t want to relive that experience. Besides, missing her flight

she

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