True Love Waits

Chapter 84 I'm Sorry

"Mrs. Huo? Haha! Women are lining up to be the next Mrs. Huo. How about we get a divorce and I give someone else the privilege?" Debbie taunted.

The car screeched to a halt with a piercing sound, which startled the girl in the backseat.

She swallowed and stroked her chest to calm herself down. 'I'm such a fool! Why did I have to piss off the guy behind the wheel? "Car crash victim" isn't a good look for you, Debbie,' she told herself. Carlos parked the car along the roadside. A few seconds later, he unfastened his seat belt, grabbed several bags in the passenger seat and left the car.

Then he pulled open the back door and got in.

Instantly, Debbie scooted over to the next seat to stay away from him. She was frightened. What was he going to do?

Without saying a word, he set the bags in her lap. She looked down and saw the shades of lipstick he had bought for her earlier. Even the carton of lipsticks whose packaging had been opened by Megan was in one of the bags.

'Did he buy me a new set? Or did he take the old set back from Megan as I said?' she mused.

As if Carlos could read her mind, he explained, "I got those lipsticks back from Megan except the carton she already opened. To replace it, I simply went to the mall and bought the same one again." A myriad of thoughts flooded Debbie's mind.

Words left her as she stared at the bags.

She didn't know whether she should just give in and forgive him, or persist in ignoring his gestures. After all, she was still mad at him because he said she wasn't a virgin. How could he?

Carlos suddenly moved like a pouncing cat, and ended up hovering above her. His face was so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath against her cheek. Looking her in the eye, he said sincerely, "I'm really sorry. I had no call to say that." What he said was disrespectful. No wonder she was mad at him.

came back home with the lipsticks early this evening, but Julie was the only one there to welcome him. Julie told him Debbie moved into her dorm. Somehow, he was suddenly struck with a deep sense of loss. He never knew

of them. He had no other choice but to threaten her. She had even pulled her hood up before getting into his car. 'Is it embarrassing to be with me? Why doesn't she want people to know that I'm her ride?' he wondered. Thinking about this, he removed her hood and was much more satisfied when he saw her girlish bun. He reached out his hand to smooth some stray hair. Debbie wasn't sure how she

by her reaction. It wasn't every day that he managed to shock her, but not for lack of trying. He kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered in her ear, "I don't want to

a divorce count as

reached the villa, Carlos got out of the car and opened the back door. He took the bags and helped Debbie out of

so considerate and careful that Debbie

a box of lipsticks and put the lipsticks on her dressing table. "Hey, old man, stop!" Debbie blurted out. Women liked shopping, and also enjoyed undoing the wrappings. Sometimes it was a game, like how intact could I leave this if I just undid some corners? The struggle was real. Carlos was confused when she said that. 'Why is she

the other lipsticks away from him. "Aren't these all mine? I want to take the wrappings off. So stop doing it!" Carlos finally got the point and couldn't help but chuckle. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her on the forehead and said, "Alright. Have

saying that, he let go of her and walked towards

leave, Debbie pouted and snapped, "Don't think I'll forgive you just

harsh words

that easily. But he believed that she would eventually forgive him if he treated her better. Maybe someday soon her heart would yield to him and she would be back to the lovely girl he used to know, the one

resist the siren call of the lipsticks, Debbie

divided them into two piles-those she liked and those she

Kristina loves soft ones. And auntie will love this pale mauve one! Perfect!' she

in a long nightshirt entering her bedroom. The plaid stripes couldn't hide the contours of his body.

face soured at her question. "You don't like

get me wrong. These particular ones just aren't me. It would be a waste of money

the dressing table and opened the delicate box where she used to keep her lipsticks. The ones she

of pale mauve that she used when