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.

his chair while Stephanie was standing right next to him, holding a document in her

around and run away

she needed to muster before walking in. She was afraid

at Debbie, who was standing at

She told the assistant, "Please welcome Miss Nian in." She sounded

managed to encourage herself to go inside, carrying the lunch box and the gift bag. Upon seeing the lunch box in Debbie's hand, Stephanie turned to Carlos and asked, "Oh, so were the lunches we ate together for the past few days cooked

went pale when she heard her question. 'Together?

simply told Debbie, "Put it down there, please."

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

with my fiance? You came at the right

and sat down, waiting for Debbie to bring her

sunglasses. She walked over to Carlos and confronted him,

angry eyes. "I told you, you don't need

smiled ironically. "Is that your excuse for wasting my

his lips tightly together and looked intently

your efforts? Miss Nian, 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

Beefsteak?' Debbie turned to her and sneered,

think some sweet and sour spare ribs would

using the toilet. I touched

Stephanie's eyes widened in horror; she rushed straight to the

you do know how to hurt a woman. I won't bring lunch for you anymore. I bought something for you. It's not anything expensive. So, you

the lunch box and left his

There was an exquisite gift box inside it and inside the box was a

printed on the mug.

mug and gently stroked the photo

the bathroom, she saw Carlos' gloomy face. To appease him, she apologized in a tender voice,

he warned her, "Stephanie, don't mess

She fixed her eyes on the mug in his hand and said, "We're engaged now, and she'll get married very soon. I just wanted to make her give up on you completely. It's for

come here to

mind.

"Let Frankie handle it."

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