"Alright, alright. I'll take a bath. Now get out of here, will ya?" Debbie said. As the saying goes, "Those
who suit their actions to the times are wise." Debbie decided it wasn't a good idea to anger Carlos
again.
He cast a cold glance at her before leaving the bathroom.
After locking the door, Debbie heaved a long sigh of relief. 'I thought he'd never leave, ' she thought.
'He almost got me naked!' She pondered this as she stripped off her clothing and was about to settle
into the tub. It was quite warm, almost hot, so she put in one foot at a time, letting herself get used to
the temperature. But it was just right to wash away the aches and pains of the day. She finally got all in,
and settled into the tub. That was when she realized something was wrong. 'I'm the one who's mad at
him. Why should I listen to him?'
Getting out of the bathtub, she yawned. Then she took the body wash that Carlos gave her and foamed
up. Her hands left trails of foam as she ran them over her body. 'Wow, it smells like milk. I love it!'
Debbie could practically taste the shower gel.
Then she washed the foam away under the shower. Her skin was not as smooth as other young girls
because she had not paid special attention to it before. But after she applied the body lotion, she could
feel her skin was much smoother. She might have to make a habit of this. It felt great!
Looking at her naked body in the mirror, Debbie blushed and couldn't help touching her smooth leg.
'I need to pay more attention to my skin. Otherwise, I might age quickly.'
Shrugging on her night gown, she walked out of the bathroom with wet hair. She thought Carlos would
be in the study working, but actually he was sitting on her bed, answering a phone call. What was he
doing here? And why was he in here anyway?
The moment she appeared, he turned his head and fixed his eyes upon her.
Debbie sat at the dressing table, opened the tube of nighttime moisturizer and squeezed out some of
the goo onto her hand. 'It wouldn't do to get all wrinkled, ' she thought as she worked the lotion onto her
cheeks, around her nose, her forehead, everywhere on her face. She glanced at some of the other
products and decided the anti-aging SPF 20 serum would be best in the morning. Then she reached
into a drawer and found her blow dryer. Then, gadget in hand, she walked into the bathroom once
more.
While she was drying her hair in the bathroom, Carlos was on the phone with his assistant. "Tristan, I
need three VIP cards for the spa on the fourth floor of Alkaid Building. Yeah, yeah. It's for my wife."
'Three? Oh, one for Mrs. Huo, and two for her friends.' Tristan got Carlos' point immediately and
answered, "Yes, Mr. Huo."
"And build a lipstick research and development center in East District Manor, and prepare all the
necessary materials. She's going to love designing her own lipstick.
Register a brand name 'Decar'. We might need it in the future.
Let's see, there was something else. Oh, I remember—she loves singing. So establish a music studio
for her. Put a piano, a guitar, a digital audio workstation and other top notch equipment in it."
"Yes, Mr. Huo." Tristan was secretly shocked, though. 'Since when did Mr. Huo become a slave to his
wife?'
Carlos, however, was still pondering how he could be nicer to Debbie. 'She likes martial arts, but I don't
think she needs it anymore. After all, I'll protect her in the future. She doesn't need to lift a finger to do
that.'
"Ah, one more thing. I need you to hand off your duties to someone else, including the tasks I just gave
you. I need you to go and find me something. It is a rough diamond of pale blue. I saw it at auction
once." The gem was pale blue and as clear as water. Carlos hadn't paid much attention to it back then.
If memory served him, pale blue was Debbie's favorite color.
"Yes, Mr. Huo!" Tristan answered.
"Get it no matter how much it costs!"
"Yes, Mr. Huo."
Having dried her hair, Debbie walked out of the bathroom and saw Carlos set his phone down on the
nightstand. Standing beside the bed, she asked, "Not going back to your bedroom?"
Without answering her question, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.
The girl smelled like milk, turning him on.
He lowered his head and was about to kiss her on the lips, but she turned her head and the kiss landed
on her cheek instead. He looked at her and said, "I told you before, we're a couple. I want you. Get on
the bed."
"No! Listen, I agreed to sleep in the villa instead of the dorm like you wanted. Keep it in your pants."
"It's perfectly normal for a couple to sleep together."
Before she could refuse him, he picked her up and laid her on the bed. Debbie was about to struggle,
but he turned off the lights and held her tight. "Sleep, now!"
"I'll only go to sleep after you leave my room. Otherwise, I can't."
"You don't want to sleep? No problem! Let's do something more fun." The next second, she felt all of
his weight on top of her, pressing her back into the bed. In the dark, he kissed her full on the lips.
She thought he would continue, but he let go of her, turned around and lay beside her, panting. "Sleep,"
he said in a husky voice.
Early the next morning, when Debbie went down the stairs and sat at the dining room table, Carlos
already finished his breakfast. He looked at Debbie and said, "We didn't get to the third condition
yesterday. Mind telling me what it was?"
'What? The third condition? I totally forgot. What was it again...' It took a while before she finally
remembered what her third condition was. It was hard to concentrate, with everything going on. "Um, I
haven't seen Emmett recently. Do you know where he is?" Debbie went sober when she thought of
Emmett, who must be crying and alone at the construction site now.
Carlos immediately realized what she was going to say. There was a reason for Emmett's exile, and his
wife wasn't going to undo that. It wasn't any of her business anyway.
With a sullen face, he stood up from his chair and said in a cold voice, "He's busy."
Putting her chopsticks on the table, Debbie ran toward Philip and grabbed Carlos' suit coat. She then
ran toward Carlos and said with a flattering smile, "Let me help you put this on. Though we're a couple
in name only..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by an angry Carlos. "We are not a couple in
name only!"
"Oops, sorry. Won't say that again." She helped him put his arm in a sleeve, and when she was about
to help him with the other sleeve, she remembered she was still mad at him. She immediately let go of
the coat. Luckily, Carlos grabbed the coat himself. Otherwise, it would have fallen onto the floor.
He cast a cold glance at her and shrugged on his coat without saying a word.
The smile on her face disappeared as she stated in a cold voice, "I haven't forgiven you yet. If you want
me to forgive you, then don't get Emmett involved in our fight. After all, it was I who threatened him to
keep my identity a secret. He had no choice."
"It has nothing to do with me," he answered indifferently.
Debbie didn't expect him to say that. Or act like that.
'What a petty man! Fine. Maybe my feminine wiles...' "Can you please let him come back?" she asked
in a soft voice.
"Can you please stop being mad at me?" he asked in reply.
Reluctantly, she answered, "Okay. I'm not mad at you anymore."
"Then I'll let him come back when I'm not angry at him anymore," he offered.
Debbie jumped to her feet and snapped, "Then I won't forgive you!"
"Poor Emmett. He'll have to haul around bricks on that construction site for a long time," he sighed. He
turned around and walked towards the gates.
Debbie's jaw dropped. She wanted to find a way to bargain with the man. But after he had changed his
shoes, she hadn't figured it out yet. She could only run toward him and hold his arm tightly. "I'm not
mad at you now. Can you just forgive Emmett this time? C'mon old man..."
Trying hard to suppress his laughter, Philip opened the gates for Carlos and wondered, 'Debbie is so
cute. She knows how to deal with Mr. Huo. He's a sucker for sweetness, but never command him to do
anything.'
"What did you just call me?" Carlos asked in a cold voice. He never liked that epithet much, and saw no
reason to do anything for her when she was like that. He liked to have everything under his control.
Embarrassed, Debbie cast a glance at Philip. He immediately got her point and left the villa.
Once she was sure Philip was out of earshot, she held Carlos' arm and said "Honey" in a sweet voice.
Satisfied, Carlos smiled, but he feigned anger and asked in a stern voice, "He's that important to you?
You're going to do what I want just for him?!"
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