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."

was struck speechless. 'Makes sense. But he said he wanted a son before,' she thought. She still didn't quite believe him. "How about

didn't stop talking about it until midnight, but they still hadn't decided on anything. Carlos pulled her into his arms and said, "You should go

looked at her sleeping face, and quietly turned off the

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 to her

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,

designers work on maternity dresses for Debbie, and

had to attend classes and do yoga. She was so bored, and she worried she'd

off, telling her the baby in her belly would absorb nutrients and she did yoga every day. Gain weight? Hardly. As

to be one of her bridesmaids, but Carlos turned her down saying that she was pregnant and that she couldn't stand for a

helpless and happy. Helpless because he was overreacting, and happy because he cared 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

was held at a six-star hotel. Everyone knew there was no such rating, but with ultra-posh decor 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, slowly walking through the

private people, their appearance still made a stir. After all, Carlos was a celebrity and so eye-catching. They walked slowly inside the grand hall. All of a sudden, a familiar face came

and saw a woman with sunglasses-it was none other than

Debbie's hand tighter and stepped to

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

smiling at me. Can I borrow him for a while?"

take good care of yourself. You can

said, "Mr. Huo, pregnant women aren't that fragile.

ease. Despite Carlos' reluctance, Debbie took the baby from Adriana. The