True Love Waits

Chapter 352 Promise Me

When Debbie saw Carlos' gloomy face, her mind went blank for a moment. "Oh, it's you, old man. No, you can't be here. I must have made a mistake." He should be enjoying his girlfriend's company right now. Does he have time for me?' conflicting thoughts ran through her mind.

With her eyes closed, she leaned against his chest, smelling his enchanting scent.

"Where to, Mr. Huo?" asked Carlos' assistant, who was ready in the driver's seat.

For the six months he had been on the job, he had never seen Carlos hug another woman besides Stephanie. This was a first.

Carlos was quiet for a moment. He looked out the window, stroked his brow and said, "Go to Champs Bay Apartments." "Yes, Mr. Huo."

The car pulled into Champs Bay Apartments in about ten minutes, where on arrival, Carlos' phone rang. A call from Curtis.

"Hi," he answered at once.

"Carlos, Jared told me he couldn't find Debbie. Do you know where she is?" While Jared anxiously looked for her, Debbie had left her phone on the couch at the club. In his frantic efforts to find her, he had called Curtis.

"Yes, I do," Carlos replied faintly.

"Good. Jared said she was drunk. Take care of her, OK?" said Curtis, feeling relieved.

"Alright."

Elsewhere, Jared was still worried. Only after Curtis called back and told him about her whereabouts did he get some rest.

'How did Carlos take her so quietly? He is like a ghost, Jared reflected.

dead drunk, there was no fun in the club for him. He decided to leave. The bill would cost him a fortune, though. He went to the

even if you washed the dishes here for 20 years. Mr. Han, you'd better

my brother. Tell him I ran away, and ask him to settle up." Jared hadn't spoken to

Jared said calmly, "In the past years, as the elder brother, you didn't take care of me at all. Just consider this bill

talking as if you were a baby in the last three years? Are you crazy, or something? Take care of

am a son of a bitch, you are too. Anyway, that's beside the point. Thing is, either you pay or I'll call Adriana and tell her last week you went to dinner with two other women. Those

blackmail worked like magic. Without further ado, Damon caved in. "You evil little son of a bitch!" he cursed again. The dinner with the supermodels was an

it sound like some clandestine affair. What angered Damon more was that he was already married and had better things to attend to than babysitting a whole grown up, a party animal who couldn't fund his extravagant lifestyle. "Then you are the older son of a bitch. You are my brother, you have to help me

only to find that

up by his cursing. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at her angry husband and asked with concern, "What's going on? Who has pissed

nothing. Go back to sleep." Angrily, he put his phone away and went

fell asleep again, he texted his assistant and

with Debbie in his arms. He pressed

the elevator, he carried her to the fingerprint scanner, put her down and told her to open the

at all. Carlos had to grab her hand

time the door finally opened, he had lost his patience. Once more, he carried her on his shoulder

her head upside down, Debbie's stomach churned. As soon as Carlos put her down on the couch, she

steady herself, she bent to grab hold on the

room, Carlos heard her puke loud and clear. As a neat

eased up when he

bathroom, she walked, supporting herself by leaning on

little, she still spoke with a slur.

a cup of warm

wall.

cut a gloomy look. He had left Stephanie alone and arranged for one of his drivers to take her home, where she had no