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

into his car. 'Is it embarrassing to be with me? Why doesn't she want people to know that I'm her ride?' he

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

wanting a divorce count

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

was so considerate and careful that Debbie felt

the lipsticks on her dressing table. "Hey, old man, stop!" Debbie blurted out. Women liked shopping, and also enjoyed undoing the wrappings. Sometimes

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

he let go of

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

words

turned around and his face softened. "I know," he said. He knew she was a stubborn girl and would not forgive him 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 he

after he left. There was nothing left to say, and no one around to say it to. Unable to resist the siren call

into two piles-those she liked and

didn't like to her friends. 'Kasie prefers bright colors while Kristina loves soft ones. And auntie will love this pale mauve one! Perfect!' she thought to

of her eye, she saw Carlos in a long nightshirt entering her bedroom. The plaid stripes couldn't hide the contours

question. "You don't like them?"

It would be a waste of money

now." He walked toward the dressing table and opened the

colors like red, maple-leaf red, blood red, wine red, ruby red... She also had two shades of pale mauve that she used when she didn't