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

as his tone suggested that he would

I don’t care. It was nothing. Leave it to

came in with an

Carlos.

on the floor,

when he spotted Debbie’s swollen cheek,

happened? Did someone hit you?

the nerve to hit Carlos’ woman? Look at

must be stinging, ‘

showed towards

it’s nice of

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