Debbie threw a glance at Carlos. "How did you know I'm staying at this hotel?" she asked coldly. But the moment she asked that, she realized how stupid that question was. It was no big deal for Carlos to find out where she stayed.
He smiled and joked, "We're a couple. I always know what you're thinking."
"Mr. Huo, we aren't married yet. It's not like we are an item now," Debbie scoffed. She thought that he would brag about his influence and say how easily he could get wind of her information whenever he wanted. But again, unexpectedly, he used his chance to sweet-talk her. So once again she wondered if he had really found someone to teach him how to be romantic.
"We will get remarried sooner or later. You can't run away from me for the rest of your life." He squeezed her hand tighter. She tried to break free, but he didn't loosen his grip.
The hotel which Debbie was staying at wasn't too far away from the restaurant. It only took them ten-odd minutes to walk to the hotel. Carlos had earlier called the front desk and had asked them to shift Debbie into a luxury family suite.
There was a kids' room inside the suite in addition to the master bedroom. After laying the little girl comfortably on the bunk bed, Carlos covered the quilt over her and left the room.
Debbie squatted on the floor in the master bedroom, unpacking her luggage. When she saw him walk in, she asked casually, "Is she asleep?"
"Yes." Carlos pulled her up to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. Without warning, he drew his face close to hers and kissed her lips fervently.
"No…I need to... unpack my things..." she said in between their hungry kiss. She was frightened by his burning passion.
He didn't let go of her. With his lips still pressed on hers, he caught a glimpse of Debbie's suitcase on the floor out of the corner of his eye, and kicked it away.
In no time, he pinned her down onto the king-sized bed behind them. Their kiss was broken and they gasped for air. He said in haste, "Leave all that to me. I'll unpack your things later. Now, give yourself to me."
When he was about to kiss her again, Debbie put a finger on his lips to stop him.
He was perplexed.
She grinned playfully. "Mr. Huo, do you really want to marry me again?"
He nodded vigorously, without any hesitation. He desperately wanted to!
"All right then. I'll promise you that I will think about it, but you have to respect my wishes before we get married. You can't keep bugging me for sex before that day comes." As she said that, she flirtatiously drew circles on his sturdy chest with her index finger.
Carlos' face fell. His lust was already triggered and he was in the peak of his hunger. He wanted her so badly, and yet she had the nerve to ask him to respect her wishes. She was politely asking him to back off.
This was torture to a man with such strong sexual drive.
He was well aware of Debbie's intentions. She knew his desires for her, and she deliberately set this rule to make him suffer.
Carlos shut his eyes tightly to compose himself. After a moment's pause, he reluctantly nodded, "Okay."
He got off her and went straight to the bathroom for a cold shower. His thirst for her remained unquenched.
Watching him walk away from her with his head down, Debbie felt her heart ache a little. She wanted him too. She was craving for his touch as much as he did. She wanted to call out to him and take back her words. But a voice rang in her head, 'No,
Debbie! Don't be so soft-hearted!' Right... She couldn't go easy on him this time.
That night, Carlos did behave. He slept quietly with Debbie curled up in his arms. He remained the same for the following week in France, and didn't dare be intimate with her, except for the deep kisses they shared time and again. He patiently waited for Debbie to wrap up her work in Paris. Then, they flew back to Y City together.
The black Bentley sped along the highway from the airport. Debbie received a call from an unknown ID. She picked it up and was surprised to hear Wesley's voice from the other end.
After a simple greeting, Wesley said, "Debbie, I owe you an apology. When we meet next time, I'll apologize to you face-to-face. But right now, I need a favor."
Debbie squinted at Carlos, who was playing with their daughter. "Go on."
"Did Blair ever contact you in this past week?"
Debbie replied, "Nope. I've been in France for work. What happened to Blair?"
There was only silence from the other end. A few seconds later, Wesley said in a grave tone, "She's gone. It has been a week."
"Gone? What do you mean? Where did she go? Did she leave on her own?" Debbie asked, abruptly sitting up in her seat.
"Ask your husband." With that, Wesley hung up angrily.
Debbie stared at Carlos in confusion. Before she could ask anything, he said calmly, "I helped Blair leave him." Wesley had arranged a few bodyguards to protect Blair, and to prevent her from leaving. But Carlos had some men block those bodyguards and let Blair flee successfully.
"Why did you do that?" Debbie didn't understand his intention. Weren't they supposed to be good friends?
Carlos replied casually, "Blair wanted to leave him for so long. I only offered her a little help." That was just one of the many reasons. Carlos meant to force Wesley to understand his own heart. Wesley would never know how much he cared for and loved Blair if he didn't lose her once.
But of course, he had a selfish motive as well. Debbie had suffered through the same pain. Carlos wanted to give him a taste of that sadness.
Shortly after, Carlos' phone rang. He already knew who was calling. Swiping the screen, he said over the phone without any greeting, "I asked her what she wanted. She chose to leave Y City. Wesley, I didn't force her to leave."
All the curse words which Wesley had prepared for Carlos were stuck in his throat. He swallowed them and tried to collect himself. After a pause, he asked, "So, she did leave on her own..."
"Yes."
Wesley punched his fist on the wall next to him. "Carlos, damn you! Can't you just mind your own business and stay out of my affairs?"
Carlos wasn't angry. "You're my friend, Wesley. You've known Blair longer than I've known Debbie. You two have kept your issues unsolved for ten years. A decade, man. Is it that much fun?"
Wesley snarled, "Yes, it's fun! All I want is to have her by my side!" 'Blair should be with me; that's where she belongs, ' he thought irrationally.
Carlos sighed. "Do you think you can win her over by forcing her to stay with you? She doesn't want another man, and you don't want to be with any other woman either. You love her, so why do you have to torture yourself and her? Why can't you just live peacefully with her?"
Carlos had made some grave mistakes in his own life, but as an outsider in Wesley and Blair's story, he could see their problems clearly. As they say, "Lookers-on see more than the players."
Wesley clenched his teeth and snapped, "I proposed marriage to her, and she said no!"
Carlos sneered, "She proposed to you a long time ago, but you refused her even more mercilessly. Don't you remember that?" His words were like a dagger to Wesley's heart.
He said nothing.
Then the call was disconnected.
Debbie was curious about what Carlos had just said. "Blair had proposed marriage to Wesley?"
He put his phone away and nodded, "Yes. A long time ago. But Wesley turned her down in front of a few hundred soldiers." Blair's uncle was Wesley's superior at that time. He had given Blair the privilege to show up at the troop camp where Wesley was, draped in a wedding dress.
Debbie knitted her eyebrows deeply after hearing their story. Indeed, men could be very ruthless when they didn't love you. Just like how Carlos had been when he was amnesiac.
She asked, "Do you know where Blair is now?"
Carlos nodded, "Yes. She's pregnant and needs care. I sent her to the Li family's mansion in A Country. Wesley's mom is taking care of her now."
'What?! In Wesley's hometown? That's a clever idea. He will never expect that Blair is right beside his own mother, ' Debbie thought. "So, did the Li family agree to keep it a secret from Wesley? Are they just going to sit by and watch Wesley search for Blair everywhere?"