“It was all real. You got hurt because of Megan,” Debbie muttered in a slightly
horrified tone. The fact was still too hard for her to process.
Hearing her words, Carlos scooped her cheek with one hand and tried to comfort
her, “Deb, you know that—"
“I know, I know,” she said resignedly. After getting out of bed, she prattled on.
“I'm going downstairs for breakfast. Then we're going to the hospital. Dr. Jordan
said your wound needed to be treated in the hospital. Or else it is going to fall
prey to inflammation or infection.”
Carlos was recovering quickly. Debbie was surprised to see him able to be on his
feet already. And he looked like a million bucks.
“I don't need to go to the hospital,” he protested.
Debbie turned her head back and threatened, “Fine! Then you can ask
Megan to come over and look after you. I don't want to take care of a stubborn
patient.”
Carlos was left speechless. He recalled how tender and sweet she had been
when she had danced on the stage the other day. Sadly, that side of her
appeared only briefly.
Debbie got dressed in her bedroom and went downstairs.
In the dining room, Julie was heating up the dishes for Debbie. She had already
gotten a call from Carlos asking her to do so before Debbie could get downstairs.
After a simple breakfast, Debbie went back to Carlos’ room.
“Hey, are you going to the hospital or not?” she asked sullenly.
“If you're worried about me, just call the doctor in. It would be much simpler that
way in any case.”
“The doctor was here yesterday. He said there was no medical equipment here
and you would receive better treatment at the hospital. This is the doctor's
advice, not mine. Why are you fighting this?”
Debbie got exasperated and once again, Carlos was left nothing to retort.
Debbie ground her teeth, angry at the man’s stubbornness.
“If you plan on acting Like this, then I'm Leaving. I won't come back until your
wound is healed.”
She had hardly taken one step before Carlos took her wrist and agreed
resignedly, “I'll go.”
Debbie secretly chuckled and then assumed a serious look again. After prying
Carlos’ hand away, she said, “I'l go get your clothes.”
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However, when Debbie opened
Carlos’ closet, she was stunned at
the tidiness and cleanness it was
sporting. The clothes and
accessories were arranged in such
an order as the kind one would
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Since Carlos wanted to keep his
injury from the press, Debbie picked
out a pair of sweatpants, an
extra-thick white sweatshirt, and a
white baseball cap for him. She had
never seen him dressed like that, so
she assumed the press wouldn't be
able to recognize him in this outfit. It
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She put the clothes on the bed and ordered, “There. Get changed.”
Carlos shifted his look from her to his right arm and then back to her again,
saying, “I'm injured. You'll have to help me dress.”
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For a moment, Debbie didn't know
how to respond. Then she said, “I'LL
go get help.” When Carlos had come
back from abroad, some servants
had come back to the villa with him.
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