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?"

"Well, do anything for both

good word, but she couldn't 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 returning the gift to Carlos. She intended to do so resolutely, so

Group later, Carlos had just come

time, Rhonda received her at the

Mr. Huo, right?" Without giving Debbie a chance to say anything, she added with a

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

hall, and entered the elevator. When they left the elevator on the 66th floor, Zelda, another

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

Mr. Huo specifically said we should take her to his

she sized

Debbie smiled, "Thank you!"

sidelong glance before making her way

Rhonda and Tristan. Of all of them, Zelda was the most arrogant. When

pushed the door open quietly and said respectfully, "Mr. Huo, there's a Miss

took one step forward and saw what was going on in

sofa. Megan was at his desk. She was doing her homework. "Ah, it's

Huh! What happened to "Aunt Debbie"? Is it because the 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, but from what she had learned about that girl, that was

attention away from his work. He dropped the file and

are almost the same age. Calling her Aunt makes her sound much older. I think 'sister'

Yes, Megan hadn't done anything to harm her directly. But there was this hostility in Debbie's heart

a wry smile and

He stood up from the sofa and said to Debbie,

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. Who knew what Carlos did

no idea what she did, or why Debbie

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