True Love Waits

Chapter 377 Your Strategy

"Okay. See you," Debbie said to Jared.

As soon as she opened the door to the room, a strong reek of alcohol reached her nostrils. She fanned her hands through the air, trying to keep the stench away from her nose and mouth.

After taking a few steps inside, she saw a man in white shirt lying lazily on the sofa, eyes shut.

She wasn't sure if he was fast asleep or not. He wasn't responding to the noise, though.

Debbie put aside her handbag and patted him cautiously, hoping to rouse him. "Hey, you awake? Let's go home now."

Hearing her voice, Carlos parted his eyelids slightly.

He sat up on the sofa, head down, and massaged his brows to relieve his headache.

Debbie didn't know what to do. She scratched her head, silently waiting for his response.

But after waiting for a while, he still didn't acknowledge her presence. He just kept his head down.

Left with no choice, Debbie squatted in front of him and moved his arms around. "Old man, are you okay? Come on, I'll drive you home and you can sleep it off." Why is he drinking like this?' she wondered. That wasn't like him. He might come home a little buzzed, but not sloppy drunk.

As she was lost in thought, Carlos suddenly grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her into his.

Caught off-guard, Debbie banged her head against his burly chest. "Ouch! You're hurting me."

"Debbie Nian." His husky voice rang in her ears, melting her heart.

She exclaimed in her mind, 'Oh, God, why? Even his voice is hot! I'm addicted to it!'

She locked her arms around his neck and gave him a charming smile. "Yes, Mr. Handsome. I'm here."

Carlos held on to her and examined her face carefully. After a while, he spat, "Are you that desperate, to take advantage of me when I'm drunk?"

and even worn perfume. The tempting scent wafting from her

this time, nor did

hoarse voice, he whispered, "You want sex? You're

She wore a black skirt that hugged her hips. It had a lace hem, and a slit along one side.

Just as she opened her mouth to try to explain, she felt his lips on

the sofa. Looking down at the panting woman with his dark

makes you happy in the sheets, why

her heart, she scoffed, "I think you went impotent after the accident. You could have had your way with

something?" he said coldly. Debbie looked into his deep eyes. The cold look in them made her get goose bumps. She somehow felt frightened. She hadn't seen him quite like this. 'Oh Carlos, what

at all," she said, struggling to breathe. "Let's go

gears. Playing hard

rolled her eyes at him. "Of course. But that won't work on a good man like you," she

"I'm never good."

at his words. She shook her head seriously and told him in a sincere voice, "No, Carlos. You're a good man. A very good one.

grinned. "So now your strategy is to fawn over

he'll twist anything I say. I'd better zip my mouth!' she thought

my engagement, am I a good man? What do you think?"

Debbie tried to process his

before she could figure out what he meant,

kissed her lips again, hungrily and passionately, giving her no chance to utter a single word. In no time, the VIP room was filled with the love aura and heavy breathing. He

It was like

heat from Carlos' body and heard him call her "Deb" over and over, just like

Debbie who asked him to call her "Deb" in the moment, he did it anyway. And he had called out

her eyes, feeling safe in his arms, exhausted from their love session. Debbie hadn't slept this well in a

woke up, it was already one in the

and that was when it dawned on her that she was

we spent the night here,'

the room, but there was no sign of

pain as she tried to roll over on the sofa. She hurt all over. Carlos

sofa, she noticed two pieces of paper on