True Love Waits

Chapter 399

Chapter 399 How About Pork Chop


"No, don't bother." Carlos threw the used tissue into the trash can and asked flatly, "Anything else?"

"No..." Debbie shook her head.

He stood up and straightened his tie before striding out of the booth.

As soon as he left, Debbie listlessly sat back in her seat. 'That man is really ruthless when he doesn't love you anymore.'

Nonetheless, Debbie still persistently cooked for him every day. But like she said, she asked Frankie to hand it over to Carlos instead of waiting for him at the cafe.

This went on for a couple of days on end.

On the sixteenth day, Debbie went to a nearby shopping mall and bought him a gift. She bought two mugs. After returning home, she kept one of them in her apartment and packed the other one in the gift bag. Along with the lunch box, she headed to the company.

It was raining when she arrived at ZL Group.

She stood outside, waiting for Frankie to come down as usual. However, Frankie seemed to be busy that day, so after waiting for a few minutes, Debbie had no choice but to deliver it to Carlos' office by herself She was afraid that the food would become cold. After putting on her mask and sunglasses, she walked into the building with an umbrella in one hand and the gift bag and lunch in the other.

She called Frankie. With his assistance, she arrived smoothly on the floor where the CEO's office was located.

It had been three years since Debbie had come to this floor. When she walked past the work area, she saw all those unfamiliar faces. That was the place where Emmett, Tristan and the other assistants used to work at.

Same place, different people.

Hearing the sound of Debbie's high heels, an assistant came to greet him with a polite smile, "Hi, are you Miss Nian?"

"Yes, I'm here for Mr. Huo."

"Please follow me." The assistant ushered Debbie to the CEO's office and knocked on the door.

After getting the go signal from inside, the assistant pushed open the door and reported, "Mr. Huo, Miss Nian is here."

As soon as Debbie set foot into his office, she saw Stephanie.

Stephanie was standing right next to him, holding a document in

spin around and

muster before walking in. She

a quick glance at Debbie, who was standing

told the assistant, "Please welcome Miss Nian in." She sounded like the hostess of the place. Debbie

lunch box and the gift bag. Upon seeing the lunch box in Debbie's

her question. 'Together? Has she been eating the lunch I cooked

He simply told Debbie, "Put it down there, please." He didn't

clutched the lunch box tightly and asked, "Did she eat

me to share lunch with my fiance? You came at the right time. Carlos already had

the table near the sofa and sat down, waiting for Debbie to bring her

She walked over to Carlos and confronted him, "Are you happy?

her angry eyes. "I told you,

"Is that your excuse for wasting my

pressed his lips tightly together and looked

I ate all of it. I didn't waste a morsel of food you cooked. And honestly, I'm impressed by your cooking skills But it's a little too light-flavored for me. Next

her and sneered, "How about some pork chop

sweet and sour spare ribs would

I purposefully left my hands unwashed after using the toilet. I touched all of those ingredients with my dirty hands. So...it was you who had been

fell. Stephanie's eyes widened in horror; she

a woman. I won't bring lunch for you anymore. I bought something for you. It's not anything expensive. So, you could just toss it

that, she took the lunch box and

was an exquisite gift box inside it and inside the

printed on the mug. The picture was an animated photo of

mug and gently stroked the photo with his

Carlos' gloomy face. To appease him, she apologized in a tender voice, "Carlos, I'm so

her, "Stephanie, don't mess with my

sent a chill down her spine. She fixed her eyes on the mug in his hand and said, "We're engaged now,

don't have to personally come here

change his mind. "But this

"Let Frankie handle it."

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