True Love Waits

Chapter 192 Don’t Be Shy, Grandma

Carlos pulled her into his arms and whispered, "Don't worry about me. I can carry you home and still show you a good time. I can prove it to you."

"Stop it." Debbie covered his mouth with her hand.

Carlos pulled her hand away and kissed her on the lips. "What? Can't I say this stuff to my wife?"

"Maybe. And maybe you should be locked up for saying things like that."

"Just think about how lonely you'd get if I were put in prison. Not a good idea. You'd miss me way too much."

"You're so modest!" she giggled. He was right. She was getting a bit tired.

The rain was starting to come down in earnest. It was drizzling and their hair was starting to get wet. They ducked under an overhanging roof, trying to stay dry. Carlos took off his overcoat and spread it over her head.

Debbie pulled it off again. "No. This is your favorite overcoat. And very expensive. I can't let you do this. It'll get ruined." She knew how much Carlos liked that particular article of clothing.

Carlos put it back over her head. "I can always buy a new coat. I don't want you to get sick."

He was so considerate. Debbie was enormously moved. What was happening reminded her of a song

which goes, "For the rest of my life, I want only you, for better or worse."

If Emmett knew Carlos had protected Debbie from the rain with his favorite overcoat, he would have marveled at how important Debbie was to Carlos. He already thought of Carlos as Debbie's slave, and that would have proven it even more. That was something new to Emmett, and he figured that bending over backwards for someone wasn't healthy. But then again, he had never been in love, at least not that kind of deep, enduring love, so he wouldn't know until he fell that deeply.

The rain was getting heavier. Worried that Debbie might be cold, Carlos called his assistant to ask him to pick them up.

didn't show up downstairs until eleven,

thing she saw was Valerie's grim face. Standing next to Valerie was Megan, who waited

still know to get up? Do you know what time it is?" Valerie berated her,

to check the time. It was eleven o'clock. "I'm sorry. I still

her explanation. "You can't sleep in anymore. I won't allow

fluttered her eyelashes in disbelief. "You

am I supposed

"Your grandson comes home late from work every day. And he usually brings some work home and doesn't go to bed until

he falls asleep in the middle of the night, but sometimes, he won't leave me alone until the

red with embarrassment as

her head bowed the whole time. "Aunt Debbie, maybe you

Debbie watched them, confused. "That's my husband I was talking about. Isn't it

it to the living room yet when she turned

was quite boring for Debbie. She was despised every day. The family always directed mean comments at her, and it didn't seem to matter if she clapped back or not. She wanted to have some

fun. But Valerie stopped

was at least two hundred square meters, which usually took a few servants to clean it. Now Valerie wanted her to

it? Or is it too hard for you? As the daughter-in-law of the

it. But I need her help." Debbie pointed at Megan who wore a smug smirk on her

knew the old lady

Valerie said, "Megan has better things to do. What you need to do is

sake, Debbie decided to put up with it, pretending that she was

from the shed and started

had been a long time since the last time she did housework. She had been treated like a queen ever since she married Carlos. Soon after she had started, she began panting. Her shirt clung to her uncomfortably, and she started to perspire. It didn't take long before she got really tired. She

on the other hand, were chatting and laughing in the living room. 'So, Megan's job is to keep

the floor, he held her hand