True Love Waits

Chapter 145 If A Bear Mauled Me To Death

"I heard it from the village head!" Jared replied. He had gone to the village head's house in an attempt to get an electric warming fan or at least, an electric blanket. Much to his disappointment, he hadn't gotten anything. Perhaps, the only thing to help him keep warm now would be wine, which thankfully, their hosts had supplied in plenty. So he joined the village head for a drink with the accompaniment of some hearty talks. But the elder was no heavy drinker. Only a few glasses down and he dropped the guard, turning into a blabbermouth.

In between his juicy tales, he let slip to Jared that someone had requested the villagers to give special care to Debbie. Although he didn't know who that person was, he remembered someone mentioned about a name "Mr. Huo".

From the village head's words, Jared could put two and two together. The surname Huo was a rare name, and even across the city, there was only one "Mr. Huo" whose influence could reach a remote village like the Southon Village.

Touched by Carlos' gesture, Debbie flashed a sweet smile. But she didn't want to admit the happiness exploding in her heart. Instead she faked a retort to Jared. "No, I don't think the village head was telling the truth."

"Oh, really? But I can see you smiling from ear to ear. Why don't you just admit that you're on cloud nine now?" Jared teased.

Debbie turned around and glared at him. "Just go and do night running. It will help you keep warm!"

'Do night running? No way! I would rather stay under the quilt, though I have to tolerate Dixon, ' he thought.

In Y City, by the time Carlos came back, Debbie had already been away for about three days. She had left without giving him a phone call, not even sending him a message. Sulking silently, he took out his phone and called Curtis. "Have they arrived there?"

"Yes, they arrived safely, although my brother lamented the living conditions. Seems a little seedy over there," said Curtis on the other end of the phone. 'His brother? Gus Lu?'

Closing his eyes tight, Carlos said in a stern tone, "It serves her right. She made her own bed." 'She didn't even ask for my opinion before deciding. I didn't know it until the name-list was submitted to the school,' he thought to himself.

"Rest assured. I've done as per your instructions and asked the people there to take good care of her. I've also sent Gus there to protect her. I know you feel bad, but it's only a few more days and she'll be back." Curtis understood what was going on in Carlos' mind.

think I can bank on your unreliable brother for anything meaningful?" he asked. If he hadn't known that Gus had shown no interest in women in the past 22 years

Somehow, I believe, he can protect the girl should the need arise. Besides, Jared and Dixon went

Carlos to be distressed that she might suffer some harm. If anything, he was pretty sure she'd be just fine. But how would she cope with the other

government, with virtually no basic infrastructure. 'For three whole days of her stay there, she hasn't bothered to call me. Not even once! I

his palpable anxiety. For fear of getting on his wrong side, they went about work with caution. Now, seeing Carlos' deadpan face made Emmett shudder in fear. He knew his boss must be in an extremely terrible mood.

Carlos arrived at the company building, all the staff tried their

still a few managers who were unluckily caught by Carlos and given a

would magically open up and swallow him to save him from this demon. But he knew he had to finish reporting to his boss no matter how much he wanted to

Huo is dancing with

Huo is taking

the dangerous aura around their boss. When Emmett saw a postcard, he finally felt a hope. 'Oh!

rushed into the meeting room without even knocking at the

have a good mood? Then how about I send you to

everyone's curious and nervous gaze, Emmett mustered up

to a sudden stop when Emmett handed him

a picture of a beautiful landscape. There were words written on its back. "Carlos, this is my second day in the Southon

with you. It is just that this postcard is very beautiful so I sent it to you on a whim. Then again, I think I'd better write

still love me? Fine, if your answer is no, then I'll stay in the Southon Village for the rest of my life. That way, you

do? But when I remember that your mother treats me even better, I'm left at crossroads. How can I forget you, even

are orphans. If you still love me, how about we adopt one from them? I won't need to experience the pain of