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

fine. 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 wasn't happy But Emmett's phone

just come

like last time, Rhonda received her at the reception

"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 has

gave her a smile

entered the elevator. When they left the

for all kinds of reasons, this was 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. It turned out

specifically said we should take her to

hadn't paid much attention to Debbie until now. Hearing what Rhonda had said, she sized Debbie up and down and said indifferently, "Okay. I'll

Debbie smiled, "Thank you!"

sidelong glance before making her way

disapprovingly. 'What a rude bitch!' So far, she had met three of Carlos' secretaries, the other two being Rhonda and Tristan. Of all of

pushed the door open quietly and said respectfully, "Mr.

step forward and saw what was going on in

was doing her homework. "Ah, it's Debbie. Hi Debbie! Come on in!" Megan put down her pen and came to the door

"Aunt Debbie"? Is it because the secretary is here and she doesn't want her to know about my relationship with Carlos?'

words drew Carlos' attention away from his work. He dropped

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

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 there was this hostility in Debbie's heart growing minute by minute when she

a wry smile

He stood up from

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 way she had envisioned it. But, then again, she hadn't imagined she'd run into Megan here.

idea what she did, or

stay there a minute longer and continue to be humiliated. Each stride was purposeful and as long