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?"

anything for both of

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 she would know that she couldn't be bought

later, Carlos had just come back to his

like last time, Rhonda received her at the

to see you, Miss Nian. You're here to see Mr. Huo, right?" Without giving Debbie a chance to

uncomfortable. She gave her a

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

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 Debbie's first impression was right. "Rhonda, who is

specifically said we should

now. Hearing what Rhonda had said, she sized Debbie up and down

Debbie smiled, "Thank you!"

a sidelong glance before making her way to the CEO's

Carlos' secretaries, the other two being Rhonda and Tristan. Of all of them, Zelda was the most arrogant. When they came

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

forward and saw what

Carlos was reading a file while relaxing 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

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

his work. He dropped the

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

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 saw that younger girl, especially when she saw her with

wry smile and nodded

He stood up from the sofa and said to

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

behind her. She had no idea

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 any better, and