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?"

asked. "Well, do anything for both of

After ending the phone call, Debbie looked at the cartons of lipsticks, wondering what to do next. She had been thinking of returning the gift to Carlos. She intended to do so resolutely, so she would know that she couldn't be bought like that. She

Debbie visited ZL Group later, Carlos had just come

like last time, Rhonda received

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 has just returned to

enthusiasm made Debbie uncomfortable. She gave her

the lushly-carpeted hall, and entered the elevator. When they left the elevator on the 66th floor, Zelda, another of Carlos' secretaries,

the 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 she liked her that much.

Huo specifically said we should take her to his office whenever she

what Rhonda had said, she sized Debbie up and

Debbie smiled, "Thank you!"

a sidelong glance before making her

her lips 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, Zelda knocked and soon Carlos responded, 'Come

and said

and saw what was going on in

the sofa. Megan was at his desk. She was doing her homework. "Ah, it's Debbie. Hi Debbie! Come

to know about my relationship with Carlos?' Debbie didn't like to think badly of Megan,

Carlos' 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 her Aunt makes her sound much older. I think 'sister'

a response. She sounded friendly and acted nice, but somehow, Debbie couldn't manage a smile, as much as she tried. Yes, Megan hadn't done anything to harm her directly. But

forced a wry smile and nodded at

didn't say anything else. He stood up from the sofa

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

behind her. She had no idea what she did, or why

to be humiliated. Each stride was purposeful and as long as she could comfortably make them. There was no