True Love Waits

Chapter 164 Identity Outed

Debbie didn't notice Carlos calling Emmett on the phone. She was too focused on blaming Carlos for being bossy. "Jared and I are just friends. You know that. Why are you doing this?" She started to suspect that it was Carlos who called Jared's dad and made him angry at him. 'Why would he even do that? It's none of his business what Jared does, and he doesn't need to stir up drama like that. The man is just too controlling, and it's time he got knocked down a few pegs. Maybe if I bug him enough he'll back off. Yeah, that's what I'll do!'

Carlos wasn't amused. "So this is my fault?" His voice got colder.

Debbie shook her head and said in a hurry, "No, no. My bad. Please call Jared's dad and tell him Jared didn't hit on me. He's really mad. He figured out where Jared is through GPS and is going to take him home and kick his ass."

"Feeling bad for him?"

Just then, Emmett walked into Carlos' office. Carlos mouthed the words "Call Jasper." Emmett noticed that Carlos looked gentler than a moment ago. Immediately he knew who Carlos was talking to on the phone.

Carlos' stubbornness made Debbie feel frustrated. She lost her patience. "You going to call him or not?" she asked in a flat voice.

"Promise me. Promise that you won't get too close to Jared," said Carlos, playing with a lighter.

"Honestly, how many times do I have to tell you? Jared and I are just friends! We've known each other for years. Now you're asking me to stop talking to him all of a sudden? No can do!" Then she turned to Jared and said, "Sorry, buddy. I can't save you. It seems you'll have to go home and face your dad. Or you'll lose me forever."

"Noooooo!" Jared was desperate.

Kasie, Kristina, and Dixon burst into laughter.

"Emmett has already called Jasper Han," Carlos said and hung up.

'What?' Debbie looked at her phone, confused. 'He called already? So Jared won't get beaten by his dad?

Why didn't he tell me earlier? So he was pulling my leg the whole time! Auuugh!' Debbie opened WeChat and sent Carlos a message. "Honey, love you." At the end of the message was a Kiss Mark emoji. "Your husband won't help?" asked Jared. He had decided that if Carlos didn't help him, he would fix Debbie up with a ton of guys.

"I think... he will. Maybe. Just wait." Debbie wasn't sure.

Plaza was only about ten-odd minutes from Jared's home, if you took a

of little else, and picked at his food. He was too worried that Jasper would swoop in with his men, carry him into the car, and then he'd really get it. But by the time he finished his meal, everyone knew that

relief. He placed one arm on Debbie's shoulder and said, "You

good idea. Carlos doesn't swing that way, and he won't be happy

I don't feel like kissing anyone,"

him

she found the overcoat Carlos had told her about, and put it on. By the time she fixed her makeup, it was

booth on the fifth floor of Alioth Building. By the time Debbie and

of honor. Somebody had already pulled the chair out for Carlos. Yet Carlos didn't

and did as he

how considerate Carlos was to Debbie, they all started sucking up to her. Obviously, if Carlos was deferent to her, then

second pulled the chair out for her. A third

ask, "Mr. Huo,

looked at Debbie but remained

to mean? Why doesn't he tell them who

quiet, awkward seconds passed. Someone was about to break the uncomfortable silence when Carlos announced, "My wife always keeps a low profile. I promised her I'd keep our

smile and racked their brains to compliment her. The room suddenly was abuzz with their unctuous compliments. Some complimented her beauty, others focused on her hair, dress, or her bearing. A few talked about her manners, and

respond. It was Carlos who came to her rescue. "My

Debbie's face turned red.

changed.

realized something. The fact that she was at a dinner with Carlos and the way Carlos

seemed to be nothing wrong with the way Carlos told

talk about work. She had nothing to add, so she remained quiet as they talked shop. Some things

said anything afterwards. However, even so, the other men kept asking his opinion on this or

the little girls' room," Debbie whispered