True Love Waits

Chapter 89 Seduction

The fact that Debbie was Carlos' wife alone was enough to forbid Jared from wanting anything more than friendship from her. Even if he were the bravest man on earth, he wouldn't dare to cross the threshold with Carlos' wife.

Kristina sent a Heart-Eyes emoji, followed by her fantasy. "I want to sleep in Debbie's arms."

Dixon replied right away with a Worried Face emoji, "What about me? What'll happen to me then?"

The others hooted.

Later, two of the doctor's assistants came to the villa to bring some medicine to the doctor. They walked into the room Carlos was being operated in. After that, another wait of two hours was steadily breaking Debbie's resolve. No one had come out of the room yet and Debbie was so anxious to know what was going on inside that she was on the verge of barging in.

About a half more hour later, the door of the room finally opened and the two assistants walked out. "How is my husband? Is he going to be all right?" Debbie dashed towards them as soon as they stepped out of the room.

"Both of the bullets from inside him have been removed. The surgery is almost finished. Dr. Jiang is just performing the finishing work, making sure there are no chances of future trouble," they reassured her. Debbie was a bit relieved now. "Can I go in there?" she asked.

"A few more minutes, please. Dr. Jiang will be coming out soon." "Okay, then."

Fifteen minutes later, the doctor came out of the room. He removed his mask, looking exhausted. "The bullets have been removed and we've managed to stop the bleeding. But I think it would be best if you took Mr. Huo to hospital. After all, there is no proper medical apparatus in the villa," he stated.

"I see. Thank you, doctor," Debbie nodded.

Dr. Jiang didn't know exactly who this girl was, but since Carlos had kept her around especially when he was wounded, he assumed that she must be someone special to Carlos. Thinking of that, the doctor replied respectfully, "Don't mention it. Emmett and Tristan will be here in a minute. Please don't hesitate to call me if I'm needed."

"Okay, thanks. Please let me walk you out."

"I'll show myself out. You can go see Mr. Huo now."

"All right. Thanks, doctor."

villa very soon. When Debbie saw them, she was shocked to notice that Tristan himself was limping. It looked like his left leg was wounded as well. Debbie was concerned, but Tristan told her not to worry; the wound had already been attended to in the

rescue Megan. Both he and Carlos were

her bedroom to his. Her bedclothes were changed and for safety and hygienic purposes, the old blood-stained ones were destroyed. It wasn't until the next morning that Carlos finally

thing that fell into his eyes was Debbie sleeping beside

haggard face, Carlos put his good

Debbie woke up, Carlos was sitting on the bed perusing some files. She sat up still muddled in her sleep and remarked sleepily, "Oh,

she finished the sentence, she sensed that something was wrong with it. Then she remembered Carlos coming back the day before. The bandage on his right arm reminded

aside and

You got hurt because of Megan," Debbie muttered in a

scooped her cheek with one hand and tried to comfort her, "Deb, you

know," she said resignedly. After getting out of bed, she prattled on. "I'm going downstairs for breakfast. Then we're going to the hospital. Dr. Jiang said

surprised to see him able to be on his feet already. And he looked like a

to go to the hospital," he

to come over and look after you. I don't want

left speechless. He recalled how tender and sweet she had been when she had danced

dressed in her bedroom and went

had already gotten a call

Carlos' room. "Hey, are you

about me, just call the doctor in. It would be much simpler

He said there was no medical equipment here and you would receive better treatment at the hospital. This is the doctor's

acting like this, then

before Carlos took

chuckled and then assumed a serious look again. After prying Carlos' hand away, she said, "I'll

cleanness it was sporting. The clothes and accessories were arranged in such an order as the kind one would witness

Carlos wanted to keep his injury from the press, Debbie picked out a pair of sweatpants, an extra-thick white sweatshirt, and a white baseball cap for him. She had never seen him dressed like that, so she assumed the press