True Love Waits

Chapter 57 You Need To Do Nothing But Count The Money

Although Carlos had heard Debbie's words clearly, he didn't respond, choosing to look out the car window instead.

"You are not calling your lawyer? Fine! I'll call Emmett and ask him to call your lawyer!" Debbie said as she called out the address book on the vehicle navigation screen. "Without my consent, he won't call the lawyer." The man finally opened his mouth to speak.

"Then call him!" she demanded.

"Focus on driving. I'm a man of my word. I won't rescind my decision."

As the light changed, Debbie had to restart the engine. While focusing on the road, she asked, "What do you prefer to eat?" After all, he was the boss.

"Eat whatever you want," he said indifferently.

Undecided on where to go, Debbie ran a few names of familiar places through her mind. At last, a restaurant popped up.

She drove to the destination and pulled over.

When they got out of the car, Carlos' face soured at the sight of the restaurant.

Debbie gave him a big grin, and pointing to the restaurant said, "I suddenly want to eat durian pizza. That's why I drove here. I know the restaurant might be a little too cheap for your fancy, but it's much better than street food, right? Come on. Just give it a try."

It was a national chain restaurant and the food was pretty good. The chain operated stores in most of the leading shopping malls. To Debbie, it was a nice restaurant. To Carlos, however, it was one of those low-end places he associated with needless penny-pinching.

After a moment's thought, he acceded, albeit begrudgingly, and walked towards the entrance of the restaurant.

Debbie immediately followed after him.

It was 8 p.m., but the place was still bustling with customers. Debbie and Carlos sat at a table near the window. Among the patrons, a few heads turned to greet the arrival of the beautiful couple.

came to them, and when she noticed Carlos, her eyes widened. Debbie shook her head with resignation and looked at the menu. "A large-sized durian pizza, a durian

of Carlos, but he didn't give it even the mere dignity of a cursory glance. "I already ate," he said, the disinterest in his voice

to come along if he thought it was low-grade? Whatever

just wanted to accompany me?' Her heart raced at the very

Carlos about the ownership of that club. So after the waitress had left, she tapped the table to attract his attention. "Um, actually, I'm not that

her sentence, he cut in, "I knew it." To which Debbie blushed. She wanted

be just fine. It's only a matter of time." He swore to himself that he would turn

talking about? I wasn't going to discuss with him whether I'm a good girl or not.' She shook the weird feeling off, leaned toward him and said in a serious tone, "Are you sure

need to do nothing but count the money. There will be a professional team to run the club." Besides appointing her as the lawful owner of the club, he'd also gradually turn more and more shares to her. Whichever the case, she'd be taking home huge bonuses. Debbie didn't know how to turn his tempting offer down. The business offer aside, his chiseled

How about this? As long as you don't make me the owner, I won't divorce you," she offered. To be honest, it

However he kept calm and composed. "Don't bother bargaining with me.

being so bossy?' Debbie rolled

drool as she picked up the

was about to cut the pizza, Carlos took the cutter from her

time she raised her head to object, she realized he had already rolled his sleeves up. He cut the pizza

onto Debbie's plate. The little gesture touched her.

been an independent girl, who was used to living on her own. Apart from her late father, she had never depended on a soul. As such, that

and they ended up not being much helpful. For example, her best buddy, Jared, had never treated her like a girl who

never eaten anything fancy together. In fact, she had been the one who provided everything in that relationship. All that Hayden did was

Carlos, who had already sliced the pizza into

realized Debbie was distrait, he dropped the cutter just hard enough to jerk

picked up her knife and

knife and fork

need for that," he politely declined her

he was not a big fan of

for both of us." It was a large-sized pizza, a little too much

hand and gently took her fork with the piece