NovelEnglishChapter: 71
“That’s not my problem. Now get out!” he warned with a stern look on his face. Rendered speechless, Debbie turned around and walked out of the room.
Carlos was filled with complex emotions even after she had closed the door behind her. Wisps of burning smell lingered the air and drifted into his nose.
Feeling restless, he got up and opened the windows to let the smell out. With a cigarette in one hand, he sent for Tristan.
“I want a detailed report on Debbie Nelson’s background. Don’t leave out anything,” Carlos ordered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Debbie Nelson?” Tristan was puzzled.
Carlos cast a cold glance at him before he took out a marriage certificate from the drawer and tossed it on the desk.
Tristan picked it up to have a closer look. When he saw the photos and the names written on the side, all of a sudden, the puzzled expression on his face turned into an open mouthed gasp. ‘So, the girl Carlos was staring at on TV the day of the marathon and the girl who has just walked out of here is Mrs. Hilton?’
Tristan felt overwhelmed by curiosity.
After leaving Carlos’ office, Debbie got inside the BMW waiting for her in front of the office building. She sat in the backseat, unable to get a word out, looking dejected. Matan Riley, her driver, who was a veteran in his fifties, smiled at her through the rear-view mirror.
“Debbie, did Carlos eat the dinner you cooked for him?”
Debbie shook her head in disappointment and put the meal box aside after closing the door.
Matan tried to comfort her.
“Perhaps he had already eaten dinner before you came,” he said.
Debbie didn’t respond. Then she recalled how Carlos had reacted after he had tasted her food. She turned her sights towards the meal box, pensively wondering what made him react Like that. A few moments later, she opened the box, picked up a bit of braised pork and put it in her mouth.
However, as soon as the food touched her tongue, she spat it out into a tissue, almost immediately.
Matan chuckled when he understood why Carlos didn’t eat her food, as he watched what the girl, who was the sage as his daughter, was doing in the backseat.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Gosh! What is this thing? Did I really cook this?’ Debbie couldn’t believe how bad the food tasted.
Dismayed, she stared at the burnt meat in the box and finally understood why Carlos had thought that she had gone to his office just to further provoke him.
As if it weren’t bad enough, he might have thought she was trying to poison him. Debbie thought about how excited and nervous she had been because it was the first tshe had cooked a meal for someone. She remembered the pain she had felt when drops of sizzling oil sprinkled onto her hands. Now it seemed Like it had been a total waste of time.
It was past 10 p.m.
After Carlos had cback to the villa from work, he rubbed his stressed temples to relax himself. At the entrance, he changed into his slippers in the dim light and went upstairs.
“Carlos,” a quiet voice suddenly cfrom the kitchen.
Startled, he widened his eyes with fright. When he saw who it was,
Carlos knitted his eyebrows as if he had just received sbad news.
“Dear God, what are you doing here at this hour? Why aren’t you asleep?” he scolded. Debbie sensed anger in his tone, but she didn’t know why he was angry. ‘What did I do wrong now? Did I frighten him?”
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