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

say anything this time, nor did

tightened his grip. In a hoarse voice, he whispered,

It had a lace hem, and a slit along one side. But it wasn't short, nor was it revealing. It

as she opened her mouth to try to explain,

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 the sheets, why come

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 tightly that Debbie swore she felt things

into his deep eyes. The cold look in them made her get goose bumps.

said, struggling to breathe.

now you switch gears.

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

"I'm never good."

words. She shook her head seriously and told him in a sincere

"So now your strategy is to

I say.

I sleep with my ex-wife before my engagement, am I a good

Debbie tried to process his

figure out what he meant,

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 took her again and again, and

felt like she was. It was like a dream. A very good dream. The best dream in the past three

him call her "Deb" over and over, just like the old days when they made love. It felt

him to call her "Deb" in the moment, he did it anyway. And he had called out that name many times in the

feeling safe in his arms, exhausted from their love session. Debbie hadn't slept this well in a while. Having to release an album in two months might have something to do

up, it was already one in the afternoon. She slowly opened her eyes.

eyes, and that was when it dawned on her

we... we spent the night

but there was no sign of

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

sitting up on the sofa, she noticed two pieces of paper