“Hey, bro. It’s rather smoky in here. Isn’t there a smoke detector in your office?”
Before Carlos could respond, Damon spotted something and approached him.
“Wow! Guys, look at his Lip! Who had the guts to bite you? It had to be your wife. She used to be so wild.”
“Looks Like he’s in a bad mood. I wouldn’t tease him,” said Curtis. He knew Carlos well, and he felt he should remind Damon. He didn’t want
Damon to get hurt if Carlos flew off the handle.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe sat on the couch and fixed his eyes on Carlos, wondering why he looked so upset.
Wesley and Megan sat opposite Curtis, and both of them stared at
Carlos, who had just tapped his cigarette on the ashtray to get rid of the cherry. He still sat wreathed in smoke
Carlos remained silent as if he didn’t hear Damon.
Curtis crossed his legs gracefully and adjusted his glasses.
“We heard you cback from New York, so we chere to meet you. Where’s
Debbie? In the manor?” he asked.
At the mention of his wife, Carlos still remained quiet.
The rest of them looked at each other, puzzled
“Hey, bro! Did you have a fight with your wife?” Damon pried.
Curtis couldn’t keep his cool any Longer. He stood up from the couch and cup to Carlos.
“You two were fine when I called you yesterday.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat happened?”
Still, Carlos said nothing. At this moment, his phone rang, and it was
Emmett calling.
They couldn’t hear what Emmett said. Carlos just uttered a few words and then hung up.
Silence blanketed the office again. Megan walked towards Carlos, and coughed because of the acrid smell of tobacco.
“Uncle Carlos, did you guys fight because of what happened that evening?” she asked in a concerned voice.
While shaking his head, Carlos stood up from his seat, walked past
Megan and stood in front of Wesley.