Carlos' tall figure came into view. Realizing she was in Hayden's arms now, Debbie felt the blood rushing to her head. She knew that she had done wrong, and she was now in a compromising position. Carlos would be angry with her, she knew that. And he had no sense when it came to Debbie. It was like she knew exactly which button to push to drive him crazy, but didn't know she was doing it until it was too late.
'I'm so screwed!'
She released Hayden's neck and jumped out of his arms. She was so anxious that she staggered when she landed on the floor. Luckily, Hayden steadied her and kept her from a nasty fall.
'Dammit! I promised Carlos that I wouldn't hang around with Hayden.'
Carlos stood where he was, wordless. His eyes fixed upon her, as cold as ice.
Debbie opened her mouth to explain, but nothing came out, and she shut it again. After recalling what he had done for Megan, she decided otherwise.
She turned and walked into the kitchen, without saying a word.
Now, Hayden was sure that there must be something wrong between Debbie and Carlos.
He gave Carlos a smile and sat on the couch naturally, almost as if he were not a guest. "It's not what it looks like, Mr. Huo. I'm here for egg tarts. I helped Deb on the plane earlier, and she wanted to make egg tarts for me in return. Nothing happened. You seem like a reasonable man..."
Resting his hands in his pockets, Carlos cast a cold glance at Hayden and said indifferently, "You seem to have a lot of free time, Mr. Gu. Do you want a lot more?"
As a clever man, Hayden instantly heard the warning in Carlos' words. "Thank you, Mr. Huo, but I'm good. We're really busy these days. After all, we'd been preparing bids on a specific contract for a while, but ZL Group suddenly stepped in and outbid us. We have to stay alert, right?" Hayden said.
Carlos turned to look at Debbie, who was pretending to be busy in the kitchen. "You like egg tarts, Mr. Gu?"
Hayden didn't know why Carlos asked, so he simply answered, "Deb's making them."
"Then just sit here and wait. Remember, don't take off."
After saying that, Carlos walked past the couch, and into the kitchen. He turned off the tap and pulled Debbie, who was washing a rag, into his arms. His moves were quick and smooth.
Debbie was startled. "What are you— Mmm..." Carlos kissed her rudely on the lips. His kiss was fierce and deliberate, showing disdain for his guest, and showing this rival for his true love's affections exactly who was in charge. By telling him to stay put, he was subjecting him to more torture, as the love of his life was in the arms of another man.
The sliding door to the kitchen was wide open; Hayden, who was sitting on the couch in the living room, could clearly see what was going on in the kitchen.
The heating system in the villa was working. Debbie had taken off her down jacket when she got home. She was now wearing a knit shirt, under which Carlos' hand was caressing her breasts. It was obvious what he was doing, and Hayden was a captive audience.
Realizing what Carlos was about to do, Debbie couldn't believe it, her eyes wide. 'Carlos must be crazy. He wants to bang me right in front of Hayden!'
She used all her strength to push him away, but to no avail. His hands were like the arms of an octopus, and every time she broke free she was grabbed again. He was determined to make out with her.
Hayden's smile froze when he saw Carlos acting like this. He thought of himself as a well-educated man, with an aristocratic background. Not the kind of creep who would enjoy a live sex show.
He stood up and walked out the door, heading for the gates to the villa. After pausing briefly and casting a sad glance back at the villa, he left. Carlos finally let go of Debbie's lips and was about to take off his pants when Debbie blurted out, "Cut it out. My aunt Flo is visiting."
"You're kidding, right? You think I'm an idiot? Your aunt Flo has already been here this month," Carlos taunted.
Debbie felt quite frustrated, as her aunt Flo had already visited her twice this month. "I'm not lying," she said earnestly.
And then, Carlos completely lost it.
Outside the villa, Emmett looked at Hayden's secretary with a mocking smile and taunted, "Hey, man. Why is your boss always pestering Mrs. Huo?"
With a fake smile, the man answered in a diplomatic manner, "That's Mr. Gu's business. If you really want to know, ask him yourself."
Emmett snorted and said, "Some advice: tell your boss not to be the third wheel. It's messed up that a CEO can't find his own date and has to go after a married woman."
The secretary kept smiling. "If Mr. Gu and the girl truly love each other, then your boss is actually the third wheel."
'What?!' Emmett was shocked by his words. "I always knew Hayden Gu was kind of a crazy guy. I didn't think his assistant would also be that way."
His words destroyed the smile on the secretary's face. "Mr. Zhong, watch your tongue," he warned.
"Haha! Oh, forgive me for not acting all proper. Should I bow to you now?" Emmett taunted.
The secretary was fuming with rage at Emmett's attitude, but he didn't dare snap back. After all, Emmett was Carlos' secretary, and he couldn't afford to offend Carlos.
Then the gates to the villa were opened, and Hayden walked out, a blank expression on his face.
Emmett took a closer look, and found that Hayden's eyes were bloodshot and he clenched his fists tightly.
'Ha! You wanted to mess with Mr. Huo, and now you're paying the price. Young man, you've bitten off more than you can chew. You better start grovelling, ' thought Emmett.
With a cheerful smile, Emmett greeted him, "Hi, Mr. Gu."
Hayden, who was always a polite man, cast a sidelong glance at Emmett and got into his car without saying a word.
Emmett didn't mind at all; he knew Hayden was in a bad mood, and he was happy to see it.
After the Porsche left, Tristan approached Emmett, who said, "That guy's a real tool, hitting on Mrs. Huo! I don't know whether he has balls of steel or if he's just a fool."
Tristan patted his shoulder and said, "Gotta go. By the way, I've dismissed the—"
He stopped as he was shocked by the scene unfolding before him.
Debbie put on her down jacket, and before she could zip it up, Carlos grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the villa, causing her to stagger. "Let me go, Carlos! Where are you taking me?" Debbie yelled.
Carlos, however, gripped her wrist tight all the way to the Emperor car, and without saying a word, pushed her roughly into the back seat.
Emmett and Tristan were struck speechless. 'What's going on? Why's he treating her like this?
Does he forget how hard he worked to make her happy before?' both the secretaries thought to themselves.
Emmett pushed Tristan aside and told him, "Bro, we'll talk later." He trotted towards the Emperor and started the engine.
Carlos sat beside Debbie in the back seat. In a cold voice, he demanded, "Drive to the hospital."
Emmett pushed Tristan aside and told him, "Bro, we'll talk later." He trotted towards the Emperor and started the engine.
Carlos sat beside Debbie in the back seat. In a cold voice, he demanded, "Drive to the hospital."
Hospital? Emmett couldn't help but turn his head to check if Debbie was hurt.
"Go!" Carlos' sharply barked command startled both Debbie and Emmett. Emmett turned back his head and drove towards the hospital under ZL Group.
Debbie rubbed her aching wrist and asked angrily, "What are you doing? Why take me to the hospital?"
Carlos didn't respond.
Debbie felt wronged. She held back her tears and snarled, "Stop the car! I'm not going anywhere."
Carlos cast a burning glance at her and repeated the question he had asked her before. "Your aunt Flo has visited you twice this month. Why?"
Debbie yelled back, "I don't know! What are you implying? Maybe I got sick. Are you taking me to the hospital? Are you deaf? I'm not going there. And this is how you treat a sick woman?"
She really couldn't understand why Carlos completely lost it when he heard she'd had her period.