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?"

had put on make-up, and even worn perfume. The tempting scent wafting from her body slowly turned him on.

was confused. She didn't say anything this

his grip. In a hoarse voice, he whispered,

had a lace hem, and a slit

try to explain, she felt

a few minutes, Carlos pinned her onto the sofa. Looking down at the panting woman with his dark eyes, he asked sarcastically, "So is Hayden impotent?" Debbie blinked her eyes in

in

to explain anything. It was useless to explain, especially when he was drunk. Pushing down the anger in her heart, she scoffed, "I think you went impotent after the accident. You could have had your way with me several times, but no. Now you blame Hayden. That's not the Carlos I remember. Strong, capable... Hey, hey...ouch! Get your hands off me!" He held her so

eyes. The cold look in them made her get goose bumps. She somehow felt frightened. She hadn't seen him

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

switch gears.

But that won't work on a good man like you," she

"I'm never good."

time, Debbie didn't joke 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. I'm not

your strategy

he'll twist anything I say. I'd

I sleep with my ex-wife before my engagement, am I a good man? What do you

Debbie tried to

she could figure out what he meant, that panty-melting

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 took her again and again, and she offered

like a

body and heard him call her "Deb" over and over, just like the old days when they made

who asked him to call her "Deb" in the moment, he did it anyway.

feeling safe in his arms, exhausted from their love session. Debbie hadn't slept this well in a while. Having to release an

one in the

sleepy eyes, and that was when it dawned on her that she was in Carlos' private room at Orchid

we spent the

the room, but there

roll over on the sofa. She hurt all over. Carlos wasn't gentle to her last

sofa, she noticed two pieces of paper on the