Chapter: 70
Carlos’ face darkened. Dropping the shrimp and picking up a Lump of red braised
pork, he put it into his mouth, and slowly chewed.
His face froze — and as much as he tried to refrain from doing so, he still ended
up spitting it out into the bin.
“Gosh! She calls that thing red braised pork?’ the shocked CEO thought.
“What was that taste? Hard to say. It was bitter, salty and... just weird.*
After wiping his mouth with a clean tissue, he grabbed the glass of water on his
desk and gulped it all down. The taste was still stuck in his mouth.
Puzzled, the naive young Lady watched his reaction.
“Is it that bad?” she asked genuinely.
Looking into her innocent eyes, Carlos said coldly, “Are you really here to
apologize? Because I think you are really here to provoke me.”
His first suspicion earlier was right. The young lady standing before him was the
same girl he had to deal with in the past, be it on the cruiser or in the club, or any
other time. She was the same as she had always been. How gullible of him to
briefly believe that she was ever there to make amends for her mistakes!
Debbie’s heart was hammering while she anxiously stammered to explain
herself, “That's not true. My apology is sincere. I'm really sorry for offending
you..."
Ever since Carlos moved back into the villa, he was not the mean, old womanizer
he used to be; he was a changed man. He acted like a responsible adult and
paid full attention to Debbie's daily needs.
Debbie reminded herself all the time to stop being so headstrong with him.
Perhaps if she made more of an effort to get along with him, he would get off her
back.
Carlos interrupted her impatiently.
“Enough. Now go away. You are forbidden to go into the kitchen ever again.”
When he finished talking, he produced a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped
his mouth gracefully.
“But why?’ Debbie wondered. By now, she already knew better than to anger him
again.
“Got it. I'm sorry for disturbing your work.” Debbie expelled her curiosity and
answered like a good girl.
After picking up the meal box, Debbie made her way to the door. Before stepping
out of the office, she Looked back and asked, “Um, Carlos, could you sign the
divorce papers?”
“So, that's what all this was about.” Just as he had anticipated, she was up to
something. “I knew she wouldn't just turn into this friendly, polite girl for no
reason, * he sneered inwardly.
Now that Carlos had seen through her facade, Debbie decided to come out with
the truth.
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Yes, itis. I just want the divorce. Why
$ S . c Fev
else did you think I did all of this?” In
truth, Debbie had been grateful to
Carlos before they had a falling-out.
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Unfortunately, their recent
unpleasant encounters had left a
terrible impression on her. All the
gratitude she had for him had
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“I told you to ask my grandfather's permission, if you want a divorce.
I'll sign the papers as long as he says it's okay.”
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Carlos’ reply infuriated Debbie so
much that she dashed towards his
desk. But eventually, she clenched
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“How can a comatose patient give consent to anything?” she exclaimed.