True Love Waits

Chapter 94 Let's Go Home

Now that Debbie had had her revenge on Gail, nothing else mattered. As for the man in the picture online, she declared, "That's not Carlos Huo. That's my boyfriend." She believed that making her relationship with Carlos public would only bring herself more trouble.

Hearing her words, her friends thought to themselves, 'Come on! That is Carlos Huo.'

The girl who had come to ask for Carlos' contact information left the classroom with doubts of her own.

Debbie took out her phone and complained to Carlos, "Mr. Huo, your fans are totally crazy. If they want your contact information, why didn't they just ask you in person while you had classes at school? Now that they know I know you, they keep coming to me for all kinds of information. Not even half a day has passed and crazy fan number 33 found me in the classroom. This is madness!"

She didn't get any reply for a while. Half an hour later, her phone buzzed. "You should get used to it because I might make your identity as Mrs. Huo public anytime."

If he did that, more girls would try to find her. And this time, they would be pissed off that Mr Huo was off the market! She shivered at the thought of their reaction to the news. "Mr. Huo, please have some mercy on me. Let's keep this low-key. Just like how it was three years ago," she pleaded.

Carlos smiled at the other end of the phone. "Deb, it's too late for that now," he replied.

'The moment I lost my heart to you, I knew that you were the one. You are mine and you are not going anywhere. I want you by my side for the rest of our lives and I can't wait to tell the whole world that you are my wife,' he thought to himself.

Debbie, on the other hand, was terrified by what would happen once everybody knew she was Carlos Huo's wife. She totally freaked out when another one of Carlos' fans ran excitedly towards her.

'Argghh! I can't stand this anymore. It's driving me crazy! Whoever wants to be Mrs. Huo, please be my guest. I'm more than willing to give the title away.'

But then she pictured another woman dining with Carlos, traveling along with him, having fun with him, sleeping in his arms... Just imagining those scenes was enough to upset her immensely!

That crushing feeling completely cleared her head. She knew what she wanted now. She shoved Carlos' enthusiastic fan aside and whispered to Jared, "I need money. Get me a job in some other bar. I need to sing."

Jared stared at her for a moment and then shook his head. "You know what? You're insane!

some other woman, she would be busy enjoying her comfortable life. But you? You want to work part-time! What are you thinking?" Debbie was frustrated. "There's something that I want to buy. It will be more meaningful if I buy it with my own money,"

around $20,000 left from the money she had made by drinking. It was enough to buy the thing that she wanted, but she

that was crystal clear in her heart now, she decided to show him how

Can you promise me that?" The risk was too high for Jared. Carlos would probably skin him alive if he

concern about the recovery of his wound. She picked up his food for him,

put some boneless fish on her plate and said, "There's no use sucking up to me. I

her seat. That really brought her

Then she said with a sigh, "No horror

before she could swallow the next bite of

hell that Carlos would let her go with just making her watch the show. Her legs started trembling

by the show, she had hidden behind a column and played with her phone during the duration of the entire show. When she raised her head

already knew that Carlos made sure that every one of his punishments was harsh and effective to the

be spared.

a sudden, the tender, flavorful fish tasted incredibly bland. "Is

the

her chair abruptly and locked her arms around his

face darkened and frowned. "Debbie Nian, did you wipe your mouth after

and looked

drew a tissue and was about to wipe her mouth when it hit her that it might be wiser to wipe the tyrant's mouth first. So, she

into the bin, she wrapped his neck from behind and asked, "Mr. Handsome, do I get an

didn't feel much sincerity.

Carlos' hand stopped in midair. 'This woman

at the door nervously, her face red. But they were in a private booth, so no one would come and interrupt them. Carlos took her hand in his and then pulled her in for a deep kiss on the lips. His tongue was restless in her mouth; his breathing became heavier

her in a husky voice,