True Love Waits

Chapter 79 Jealousy Reared Its Head

When Tristan got Emmett's call, he had just returned to the office. Emmett's question caused him to think about the lipsticks Carlos had bought Debbie. In his opinion, a gift meant their relationship was okay. So he replied, "They're fine."

"OK. Thanks," Emmett said. After ending the call with Tristan, he called Debbie.

Debbie didn't realize she hadn't talked to Emmett in a long time until she got his call.

"Hi, Emmett," she said. She was about to go to Carlos' company to return the lipsticks when her phone rang.

"Boo...hoo... How... how are you, Mrs. Huo?"

Emmett cried over the phone, which made Debbie shiver. She thought something awful must have happened. "What's the matter?" she asked.

The next moment, Emmett asked cautiously, "Mrs. Huo, is Mr. Huo with you?"

"No. Why?" she wondered.

Hearing that Carlos wasn't around, Emmett stopped crying and his voice went back to normal. "Mrs. Huo, I was sent away to carry bricks on a construction site because of you. I've been in this dull, terrible place for a month. You can't imagine what I've been through. When you pour yourself a drink and look out the window of your comfortable villa, do you ever think of me? Does it hurt when you do?" Debbie was surprised to hear that. 'Emmett? Carrying bricks? Because of me?

Why didn't Carlos tell me? I asked him about Emmett, but...'

"Sorry, I didn't know," she apologized.

"Now you know. I want my old job back. You're Mr. Huo's wife. Can you help me out? If you bring me back, I'll do anything for you. Anything," Emmett pleaded.

"Do anything for me? What about my husband?"

do anything for

promise that Carlos would forgive him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he said that was fine. After ending the phone call, Debbie looked at the cartons of lipsticks, wondering what to do next. She had been thinking of

just come back to his office

time, Rhonda received her at the

she saw her. "Nice to see you, Miss Nian. You're here to see Mr. Huo, right?" Without giving Debbie a chance to say anything, she added with a smile, "Mr. Huo

over-the-top enthusiasm made Debbie uncomfortable. She gave her a smile and said, "Okay,

lushly-carpeted hall, and entered the elevator. When they left the elevator

first time Zelda had seen her. She also didn't look happy to see her. She was definitely different from Rhonda. Colder, more distant. Debbie wasn't sure

should

Rhonda had said, she sized Debbie up and

Debbie smiled, "Thank you!"

hand, only gave her a sidelong glance before making her way to

at Zelda's back disapprovingly. 'What a rude bitch!' So far, she had met three of Carlos' secretaries, the other two being Rhonda and Tristan. Of all of them, Zelda was the most arrogant. When they came to the door of Carlos' office,

the CEO's permission, Zelda pushed the door open quietly and said respectfully, "Mr. Huo, there's a Miss Nian here to see

took one step forward and saw what was going on in the

on the sofa. Megan was at his desk. She was doing her homework. "Ah, it's Debbie. Hi Debbie! Come on in!" Megan put down her pen and came to the door when she spotted Debbie standing

secretary is here and she doesn't want her to know about my relationship with Carlos?' Debbie didn't like to think badly of Megan,

attention away from his work. He dropped the

intimately held Debbie's arm and said, "Uncle Carlos, Debbie and I are almost the same age. Calling

tried. Yes, Megan hadn't done anything to harm her directly. But there

a wry smile

else. He stood up from the sofa

about it. Megan's books and papers were spread out on Carlos' desk. There were science papers, math papers, and a pile of hardback textbooks. All signs that the girl was in school. The sight of it caused a strong sense of revulsion in Debbie's heart. She decided not to go inside. She turned to Megan and handed her the bags she had been holding all the while. "No. I just came here to give these back. Bye," she said to Carlos. It was quick, and decisive, just not quite the

no idea what she did, or why Debbie was acting this

going to stay there a minute longer and continue to be humiliated. Each stride was purposeful and as long as she could comfortably make them. There was no way to make this