True Love Waits

Chapter 77 The Fight

"Debbie, if you become a superstar, I'll go to your concert," said one of the people on the boat.

"Why did you waste your talents going to Economics and Management School? You should have chosen a music school. You could be a pop star," another observed. But Debbie framed their comments as complimentary to Carlos.

She thought they were trying to suck up to Carlos, rather than actually praising her performance. They'd been seen at the party together, after all.

After an hour, the boat came back and docked, but the party didn't end until after midnight. That was when Debbie finally caught sight of her husband.

But he was not alone. Megan, who was at his side with a smile, was seeing the guests off with him. He handsome and she pretty, they looked like a couple.

The sight of them being together upset Debbie. But she managed to check her emotions. She walked over to them and took Carlos' arm. "I'm tired. I want to go home," she said. Carlos checked the time-it was already past midnight.

But before he could say yes, Megan cut in with a smile, "Uncle Carlos, I didn't come here in my car. I was going to crash here tonight, but everyone's taking off and I'm scared staying here alone. Can you give me a lift?"

Carlos wouldn't say no to such a small request.

Debbie's heart sank when she heard Carlos say yes. She smiled wryly before sitting on the sofa and playing with her phone while waiting for them to say their farewells to the attendees.

Finally, it was 1 a.m., and all the guests were gone. They boarded a boat and started their journey back.

When Debbie finally saw Carlos' Emperor parked close by, she was relieved, and started walking towards the car. She took it for granted she should sit in the passenger seat. Before she could reach the car, however, Megan skipped to the car happily and opened the passenger side door. "Aunt Debbie, come on. It's late," she shouted to Debbie.

Debbie was surprised by what she was doing. 'Of course I know it's late. But what does she think she is doing?

If she rides shotgun, where am I supposed to sit? I'm Carlos' wife. Shouldn't I sit next to my husband?'

While Debbie was pondering this, Carlos put his hand above Megan's head protectively when she got in the car.

side door and opened the back door for Debbie. Standing next to the door, he stretched out his right hand

enraged. Her sleepiness had been banished. Why was Megan more

"No. I don't want to get in

found Carlos' car was the only one available at that

him, Debbie opened the back door on

did Carlos notice his wife's bad mood. He walked around the car, craned his head into

closed her eyes and answered in a cold tone, "Nothing. Just

after we drop off

door

and

down the road in the darkness. Sitting in the back, Debbie looked outside the window blankly, wide awake. The headlights of other cars knifed through the gloom.

responded when it was necessary. He didn't seem all that perturbed by the situation. But he never embarrassed Megan by allowing awkward silence. He

slowed down as it approached a large, fancy housing community. 'This must be where the girl lives, ' Debbie thought. There were tens

up. It's dark, and not safe for

of a bitch! Is she your wife or am I? Why do you care so much about

guards patrolling the area,

you, Uncle Carlos," Megan said

in the back seat, back straight, eyes closed. Assuming that she was asleep, he got out without waking her up. In

in the car for twenty minutes, but

was so furious she started laughing. 'That bastard is

the past, she would have

front of Carlos, she held her

was impossible. She got out angrily and walked towards the entrance of the

was Carlos. Debbie gave a sneer and

"Where are you?"

out furiously. For a moment, the other end of the phone was silent. "Megan is a kid Wesley and I are fostering together. Don't overthink it." He finally spoke. "Huh! Fostering! Mr. Huo, you ARE rich. I'm overthinking it? Mr. Huo, think

ignored her sarcasm. "Where are you?" he asked again.