"Debbie Nian!" Carlos called out her name with authority and it stopped Debbie from talking any further.
She lowered her head and her lips thinned into a grim line.
Megan picked up a steamed stuffed bun and said, "Aunt Debbie, please try this. This is my favorite bun
stuffed with veggies. Uncle Carlos asked the chef to come here and cook them for me."
'Seriously? Are you not going to stop showing off his love for you? I'm sick of it!'
Trying her best to suppress her anger, Debbie replied coldly, "I'm good, thank you. I don't like buns.
Why don't you give it to your Uncle Carlos?"
Aside from the fact that she was pissed, it was the truth; she was not fond of buns. Though she didn't
really hate it, she would not buy a bun if it was her choice. Moreover, she had lost her appetite already.
Megan's hand came to a halt in midair as she pretended to be hurt by Debbie's words. "I... I'm sorry...I
didn't know that you..." Her voice trailed off dramatically.
Debbie rolled her eyes secretly and stayed silent. Carlos, however, picked up the plate in front of
Debbie and placed the bun on it. He then put the plate back and said in a curt voice, "Megan asked you
to have it out of kindness. Eat!"
Unable to hold back her anger anymore, Debbie banged her chopsticks on the table. "Carlos Huo, you
will do anything to please Megan Lan, won't you? If this is how it's going to be, then you don't need me
as your wife. Why don't you just marry—"
"Shut up!" Carlos thundered, his face dark and gloomy. Silence befell the dining hall.
Then he stood from his seat and demanded coldly, "Follow me!"
"NO!" Debbie cast a burning glance at the girl whose eyes were red now, and brazenly walked towards
the gates of the villa.
"Stop!" came the man's cold voice from behind her.
Debbie felt deeply wronged. She had worked so hard to make money to buy Carlos a gift, but now, she
felt like he didn't deserve it. She turned around, looked him in the eye and said calmly, "After we've
spent so much time together, I've realized that we do not belong with each other. Carlos Huo, we're
done."
He was a proud man with a strong personality, and she was short-tempered as well. He was always
nice and gentle to Megan, never letting her down in any circumstances. However, he had lost his
temper a couple of times with Debbie. He had threatened her with her weaknesses and even left her
alone in the cemetery at midnight. And just now, he had forced her to eat something that she didn't
even like, all for Megan's sake.
Since he valued Megan more than his own wife, Debbie decided to give up the position to her. Tears
streamed down Debbie's cheeks, but she turned around so that he wouldn't see it.
She opened the gate and rushed out of the villa.
Carlos sat back in his seat, his eyes closed. The veins on his forehead were pulsing visibly.
Megan, who was sitting opposite him, was too scared to utter a single word. She had never seen
Carlos lose his temper before.
After several minutes of silence, Carlos calmed down and said to Megan in a flat voice, "Eat your
breakfast. I'm going to work now."
"Sure. But Aunt—"
"Don't mind her!"
Megan shut her mouth immediately.
At Economics and Management School
Curtis poured a cup of tea and placed it on the table before Debbie. "What happened? You seem to be
in a bad mood."
He had just run into a sad and dejected Debbie at the school gate, so he had asked her to join him in
his office.
Debbie let her eyes settle on him, saying nothing.
Curtis was puzzled by her look and asked, "Did I do something to upset you?"
She shook her head and asked him, "Mr. Lu, why didn't Carlos marry Megan?"
Curtis was dumbfounded by her sudden question. After a short pause, he asked her a question in reply,
"Why would Carlos want to marry Megan?"
Staring at the tea in her hands, she forced a bitter smile. "He is so nice to her. They would make a
perfect couple."
Curtis suddenly remembered that his girlfriend had asked him a similar question in the past. Colleen
had asked him, "Curtis, since you are so sweet to Megan, why don't you marry her?"
He shook his head at the memory and sighed, "Debbie, you've got it wrong. Yes, Carlos is indeed nice
to Megan, but he treats her like his niece. Carlos, Wesley, Damon and I all treat her like a little girl. But
his feelings towards you are different. Trust me, Debbie. I've never seen a girl who has dared to act so
boldly in front of Carlos except you. Do you think that he is incapable of harming you? Or that he is no
match for you in martial arts? I don't think so. You may not have personally seen his cruel ways, but I'm
assuming that you've heard about it."
He paused, and Debbie complained, "He has done things to me! He has threatened me several times
with my weaknesses."
Curtis chuckled, "You silly girl! I'm saying that he has never raised his hand on you or been cruel to
you."
It was true that Carlos never harmed her physically. Nor did he do anything cruel to hurt her. But
Debbie felt that what he had done was unbearable enough.
"I don't know what happened between you and Carlos today. But you really don't have to be mad at him
because of Megan. To be honest, I never wanted you to get involved with Carlos from the very
beginning. After all, you know, you two... well, you both are short-tempered. But I changed my mind
after Megan's birthday. I saw the way he looked at you that day. His eyes were full of affection for you.
There was no mistaking it. I've known him for years, but have never seen him like that before. Trust
me, he loves you. I don't believe that it's because you are his wife and he is responsible for you, but
because he's attracted to you."
Debbie's jaw dropped and she stared at the man in utter surprise. 'Wow. Mr. Lu is such a loyal friend.
He has nothing but good things to say about Carlos.'
"Maybe you are right, but that's only when Megan is not around. When she's present, he has eyes only
for her," she said with a bitter smile.
Curtis shook his head. "Debbie, give him some time. He has known Megan for more than five years
now. That's not the case with you. Even though you've been married to him for three years, you two
have only spent a few months together. Give him some time to understand the relationship between
you and him, and his duties towards Megan. I know Carlos well. He won't let you down."
When Debbie remained silent, he added, "Do you really think we are stupid enough to believe that
Megan is a little girl who harbors no ill-will? We know that she is not as innocent as she appears, but
we choose to ignore it. After all, Carlos and Wesley have a responsibility to keep her happy for the rest
of her life. Of course, your happiness cannot be destroyed to keep her satisfied either. If you feel
wronged, just feel free to say it out loud. And most importantly, whatever you do, Carlos and I will be
there to support you."
Debbie's eyes widened. She didn't expect to hear such strong words from Curtis. She was beyond
touched.
She nodded, "I finally know how you were able to become the principal of the university at such a
young age. Mr. Lu, you really are a smooth-talker. I'm fully convinced."
Curtis rolled his eyes at her. "Don't make fun of me. I know that you are not a girl who is easily
convinced."
With an embarrassed smile, Debbie pried, "Mr. Lu, I'm really curious as to why you are always so nice
to me. What's the reason for it?" She felt that Curtis treated her as his own family.
Instead of answering her question, he said in a soft voice, "Go back home and make peace with
Carlos. He has done so much for you. And because of him, you are much more girlish now than when
you were with Hayden Gu. Your only problem is that you are bad-tempered. You would be perfect once
you learn to control your anger."
Debbie frowned at him. 'He avoided my question and even mentioned Hayden Gu. How did he know
him?' she thought.
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