True Love Waits

Chapter 62 You Are Worth Ten Billion

To prove Carlos meant it, Tristan took out his phone and sent him Carlos' phone number. "Jared, this is Mr. Huo's number." Everyone was surprised.

Debbie wondered why Carlos was so possessive. Obviously, he was trying to keep her from Jared. Worried about where this was leading, she raised her head and declared, "Jared and I are just good friends. How can you undermine our friendship like this? It's uncalled for."

Unexpectedly, Jared cut in before Carlos could respond. "Mr. Huo, I'm so glad to hear what you just said. Before, Debbie, the naive girl, did so much for Hayden. But the moron didn't appreciate it at all. Now, finally, there is a man who cares about her. I'll do anything you say. If Tomboy needs help or anything, I'll be the first to call you."

Among Debbie's friends, Jared had known her for the longest time. He knew everything that happened between her and her ex-boyfriend Hayden. As far as he knew, Hayden was to blame for Debbie's tomboy tendencies.

But right now, Debbie was surprised by something Jared had said. Since when did she become naive in Jared's eyes?

Carlos was quite pleased with what Jared had said. Yet the name Hayden made his eyes dim. "Tristan, send them home." "Yes, Mr. Huo."

When the couple were left alone in the private booth, Carlos turned to Debbie.

Finding her in a daze, he pulled her into his arms and sat her on his lap. Unaccustomed to such intimacy, Debbie struggled to stand up.

But Carlos wrapped his arms around her tighter and whispered in her ear, "Hayden, huh?" That was the first time he had heard that name, but quickly he connected the dots and remembered the man who had called her Deb in the messages and said he missed her.

It must be the same guy.

"What?" Debbie didn't understand what he had meant by that, but Carlos didn't explain.

Instead, he kissed her.

In his

her onto the table roughly. Fearing that she might fall, Debbie

the man said in a coarse voice, "I

underneath his weight,

a woman, a seductive woman. Every time he kissed her, she blushed. Right now, looking her in the eye,

that if you

hadn't expected a man of words like Carlos to take back his own

every touch, his breathing got heavier and heavier. "God, you're such a femme fatale.

'A femme fatale? Me?'

For her rather boyish personality and less feminine figure, that was a misnomer. Couldn't Carlos see that? 'There must be something

sleep with me, I'll give

he had said this earlier on, on the stormy days of their relationship, she'd have told him she wanted a divorce without

to

shelving her push for a divorce, she actually didn't

Carlos thought she didn't

I expect to get from a

seem to get his drift. "Well, maybe you don't get the gist of of it. You're

left open-mouthed. 'Is he kidding me? Is he willing to give me that much, just to sleep with me? This guy

If it's money that you want, I'll give you whatever sum you name." For her love, Carlos couldn't care less about

What was his was hers too. It didn't make a

passion she had felt only a minute ago died out at once. In

as much as you think. Maybe in your mind, you can buy me or even everything with your money. Unfortunately, that's not me. If I don't like you, I wouldn't

you, I'm not who you think I am. Maybe, you