Each tsomeone approched Carlos to talk business, he would refuse them saying that it was his private time. He enjoyed spending tbantering with his dear wife. That was far more interesting than any business deal.
Looking at a men’s watch in one of the counters, Debbie faked a smile and whispered between gritted teeth, “Carlos, don’t think that I’ve forgiven you yet. It’s not that simple.” Meanwhile, she was battling with herself, ‘Should I buy a watch for Carlos? But these are so expensive…’
Carlos had gotten addicted to showing off their Love in public. Even though there were people watching them, he still intimately rested his lips on Debbie’s earlobe and whispered, “You won’t forgive me? That’s not what you said in bed last night. Don’t you remember how you beggedto spare you? Who was apologizing to whom?”
Debbie was embarrassed into silence. Thanks to Carlos, sx-rated scenes flashed through her mind, making her blush bright red. In a huff, she silently tried to pinch him, but to no avail. The man was so slender that there was nowhere to pinch, only solid muscle. Frustrated,
Debbie faked a smile and warned him, “Get your hand off me, or I’ll give you hell!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn contrast to her anger and frustration, he felt really good after finally going public with his wife’s identity. He’d been waiting for this moment for months. He’d wanted to do it long before, but Debbie didn’t want all the paparazzi following her every move. She didn’t want to worry about going out in public, or attending school. She didn’t want to worry who was pretending to be her friend only trying to get close to Carlos and his money. For every piece of jewelry or watch that
Debbie had looked at with keen interest, he would secretly signal his assistant, instructing him to buy and pack up the item. In the meantime, he kept bantering with his wife.
“I’ll let go if you kiss me,” he teased playfully
Debbie took a deep breath to contain her anger. She felt like a pot about to boil over, and all Carlos was doing was increasing the heat.
She closed her eyes, kept the feigned smile on her face and muttered between gritted teeth, “Carlos, I’m serious. Let go ofnow. My foot hurts. Do you want a high heel in the face? Imagine what a scar might do to your popularity with the girls.”
When what she said sank in, Carlos frowned and loosened his grip. The next second, he squatted down in front of her and asked with concern,
“Which foot?”
‘My wife is hurting. Who cares about everyone else?’ he thought, not in the mood to carry on with the joke now.
He reached out his hand to touch Debbie’s ankles, trying to check for a wound. In the process, he kept his back straight. It wasn’t hard to tell he used to be a soldier.
His sudden gesture startled Debbie. She hastily tried to pull him up
“Hey, not here. Everyone’s staring!”
Seeing Carlos obediently stand up, Debbie heaved a sigh of relief. Yet he scooped her up all of a sudden
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUnder everyone’s shocked gaze, Carlos strode towards the lounge, carrying Debbie in his arms. No one expected the gesture, so they stared in rapt fascination as he left.
On their way, Debbie noted the crowd’s reactions. When she saw sof the women glare at her with resentment, she wanted to cry.
“You’re doing this on purpose, old man?” she complained.
Carlos lowered his head to look at her.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you told everyone who I was. I don’t remember telling you that was okay. Then you tried to make out within front of all the guests. And now? You carryin your arms. In front of everyone. You have a lot of fans! Don’t make them hateout of jealousy.” Debbie
Was well aware of Carlos’ popularity. If she guessed right, they might have already hit the headlines.
Unfortunately, Debbie’s guess was right. Moments ago, someone uploaded photos. The news went viral. The news headlines read, “Mrs. Hilton’s identity,” “Carlos apologizes to his wife in public” and “the Hiltons showed off their love at the exposition.”