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.

the menu. "A large-sized durian pizza, a durian multi-layer cake, paella and Spanish mackerel dumplings.

front 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

was low-grade? Whatever the case, he could as well walk out, because she was not holding a gun to his

to accompany me?' Her heart raced

the ownership of that club. So after the waitress had left, she tapped the table to attract his attention. "Um, actually, I'm

her sentence, he cut in, "I knew it." To

a matter of time."

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 you want to transfer the club to me? I believe

voice, "Rest assured. You 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 looks were so inviting, she feared she'd give in to him at any

length. "There's no pressure to appoint me the owner. That points me in a bad light. I'm not a gold digger. How about this? As long as you don't make me the owner, I won't divorce you," she offered. To be honest, it was not

divorce. However he kept calm and composed. "Don't bother bargaining with me. I don't think you're capable of it yet. I can assure you that you'll be the owner of the club. And forget about the divorce, as

he being so

served. The aroma made her drool as she picked up

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

he had already rolled his sleeves up. He cut the pizza

up a slice of pizza and put it onto Debbie's plate. The little gesture touched her. To her, such small acts of

life, she had always been an independent girl, who was used to living on her own. Apart from her late father, she had never depended

the men in her life tended to be cautious about her independent nature and they ended up not being much helpful. For example, her best buddy, Jared,

had never eaten anything fancy together. In fact, she had been the one who provided everything in that relationship. All that Hayden did was to drain her always taking things from her. A

eat?" asked Carlos, who had already sliced

dropped the cutter just hard enough to jerk her back to

at her lapse, Debbie tried to act calm as she picked up her knife and fork. After several bites, she noticed that Carlos didn't eat. "Please

she stretched her hand to pick up Carlos' knife and fork which he had pushed away. But he

he politely declined her

a big

a large-sized pizza, a little too

his hand and gently took