True Love Waits

Chapter 303 You're Overreacting

When she heard that, Debbie sighed with resignation. "Forget it." Carlos' words indicated he'd break all contact with Megan. Debbie thought this was enough. After all, the car accident was not that serious.

Carlos kissed her forehead. "You're so kind."

"Ha! Hardly!" Debbie retorted, pouting her mouth. "If I were, I wouldn't have always tried to drive her off."

Her reaction amused him. "She made her own bed, and now she has to lie in it. You were kind enough to her."

Debbie heaved a sigh of relief. "Since you made up your mind, let's not talk about her. Hey, old man, we should have a name for our son. You're smart-you name him."

"Sure it's a boy?" he asked in confusion. Since Debbie knew she was pregnant, he always heard her refer to the baby as "son."

"Thought you liked boys," Debbie answered. He had once said that he wanted a son, so she called the baby "son" to make him happy.

Carlos now remembered what he had said before. He explained, "You know I'll love it, boy or girl. If it's a boy, that'll be better. Because there will be two men to protect you."

Debbie rubbed her face against his chest. "Really? But rich people like your family prefer boys to girls, right? Your grandparents, your uncle and aunt, and your parents all gave birth to boys." Even Frasier and Gloria had a son. Carlos had no biological aunts, female cousins, or nieces to speak of.

"Just think. That's why they'll be happy if you have a girl. Grandma will finally have a granddaughter."

speechless. 'Makes sense. But he said he wanted a son before,' she thought. She still didn't quite

on anything. Carlos pulled her into his arms and said, "You should go to bed. You're pregnant! We can pick this up tomorrow." "Okay, okay. Um...

Debbie dozed off. Carlos smiled when he looked at her

found out his wife was pregnant, Carlos was always on high alert. Whenever he was free, he'd be by her side. He didn't want anything bad to happen

bodyguards. But now Carlos hired four more. He even forbade her from returning to England, and hired teachers to make house calls, paying a high price for homeschooling. He hired more chefs for her, so she could eat whatever she wanted, no matter if it was Sichuan, Cantonese, Japanese, or French cuisine. Anything she wanted, he'd spare no

designers work on maternity dresses for Debbie, and asked them to have sample clothes ready in

and sleeping, Debbie only had to attend classes and do yoga. She was so bored, and

belly would absorb nutrients and she did yoga every day. Gain weight? Hardly. As days went

her down saying that she was pregnant and that she couldn't stand

for her so much. She had lived like a princess before pregnancy; now she lived like a queen and Carlos was her slave. He would do as she said no matter what, as long as

and a concierge in every room, five stars did it no justice. Not only that, but it came with no small price tag. In a pink evening dress, Debbie was on Carlos' arm,

inside the grand hall. All of a sudden, a familiar face came into view, and Debbie's heart skipped a beat. She had been mentally prepared for some time, but

in that direction and saw a woman with sunglasses-it was none

and stepped to the side

Debbie. Carlos nodded at them and held the chair out for his wife. Debbie's seat was next to Adriana's. Carlos himself sat beside Wesley. Adriana held her son. The cute baby

Look at his eyes! He's smiling at me. Can I borrow him for a while?" Debbie reached out her

them. "You should take good care of yourself. You

Adriana. She said, "Mr. Huo, pregnant women aren't

ease. Despite Carlos' reluctance, Debbie took the baby from Adriana. The boy smiled and flailed his arms, a little