Ignoring Lewis, who was too shocked to stand up, Carlos buzzed Emmett.

“Get in here. And bring some ice.”

Then he led Debbie to the couch, sat down and stroked her cheek softly.

“So it was Portia?”

His voice was soft, but Debbie could somehow feel danger.

It came back to her now, how people used to describe Carlos—cruel and cold-hearted. Debbie grabbed his hands and coaxed him, “Honey, cool down. I got even with her. I slapped her several times, and even cut her hair. So just Let it go, okay?”

Carlos, however, was not easily convinced.

her to

ran down Debbie’s spine, as his tone suggested

don’t care. It was nothing. Leave

this moment, Emmett came in with an ice

Carlos.

the floor,

when he spotted Debbie’s swollen cheek,

Did someone hit you? Does it

nerve to hit Carlos’ woman? Look

must be stinging, ‘

towards

much better now, but it’s nice

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