Debbie raised her left leg to walk, but her right leg went soft. She was about to fall to the ground when Carlos steadied her and pulled her into his arms.
"You are as drunk as a lord. How are you planning to get to the villa?" Carlos taunted.
Debbie covered her face with both hands in shame. "Honey, let's get going." She tried to act in a pettishly charming manner, but she felt like she was going to throw up again.
However, Carlos didn't buy it this time. He stared at her red lips, and became engrossed in his own thoughts.
"Honey, why not bury me in the earth? That way, many Debbie's will spring up next year. I know that you don't like this short-tempered Debbie. If you're lucky, you might be able to harvest an obedient Debbie and you'll love her."
'Many Debbie's? I can hardly deal with one Debbie.' Carlos' head throbbed at the thought. He rubbed his arched brow and said in a cold tone, "After this semester, I'm sending you to study abroad."
According to him, her unruly character had much to do with the environment she was living in. He thought that her friends, Jared and Kasie, were a bad influence on her.
'Study abroad? NO!' Instantly, Debbie fumed. "You're sending me abroad? Oh, I guess you want to send me as far away as you can, so that you can date women like Olga and Megan…"
Carlos' lips were reduced to a thin line, but he remained silent.
Debbie raised her voice. "Why are you not responding? Say something! You are feeling guilty because I'm right, aren't you?"
"You don't want to leave because you want to get back together with Hayden Gu. Isn't that right?" His voice was as cold as ice.
Debbie was stunned by his words. 'Hayden? What does this have to do with him?' "You're judging me by the standards of your own vile mind! I got nothing to do with him!" she snapped back.
'Me? Vile?' Too impatient to argue with her anymore, Carlos grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the villa.
Debbie staggered because of his sudden movement. She struggled hard to break free from his grip, but to no avail. "Let go of me, you bastard! Let me go! Yeah, I drank! So what? I drank from your best collections. I will drink all your limited-edition wine next time. And then, you will have nothing left to drink."
Unable to control herself, Debbie droned on and on. "I'll mix the wine with Sprite and beer…and cola…"
Bang! Carlos locked the bedroom door behind him and threw her onto the bed. "Mixing liquor with Sprite and cola will harm your intestines and stomach; mixing wine with Sprite and cola will harm your heart and cause diabetes," he said in a calm voice.
He threw his tie on the couch and began to strip himself. "Mixing liquor with beer might cause duodenitis and gastric bleeding; mixing wine with beer might cause chronic alcoholism."
Lying on the bed, Debbie watched Carlos as he threw his white shirt onto the floor. He then began to take off his pants. She swallowed hard and mumbled, "Er… Wh-What are you doing?" 'Wow…His strong chest and tight abdomen…' Debbie drooled over her husband's sexy body. "P-Put on your clothes," she stammered.
'Put on my clothes? I came all the way here to fuck you, ' Carlos snorted inwardly.
Ignoring her pleas, he pressed her against the bed with his body and asked, "You want to die, don't you?"
"What?!" Debbie didn't understand.
"If you want to die so badly, you don't need to down all this alcohol. I'll do you a favor. I'll fuck you to death."
"What?! Aaaaargh! Carlos Huo is trying to murder me! Mmm…" Her voice was muffled by deep kisses.
The next moment, she was stripped down mercilessly. She really, really regretted provoking this angry man. And now, she was going to pay the price. In his anger, he showed no mercy. He had rough sex with Debbie all night.
Debbie quaked like a leaf in the wind. Uncontrollable moans filled the room. As he came, he called out her name, thrusting hard, then stilling as he emptied himself into her.
She wanted to cry and yell at him. 'You monster! You old goat!' But she was too exhausted to utter a single word. She decided to let him go for now.
She felt him slipping something onto her finger, but she was too sleepy to open her eyes and look at it. She dozed off soon after.
It was already noon when Debbie woke up the next day. Her eyes swept around the empty room. As far as she knew, Carlos had arrived in the nearby city in the morning.
How did she know that? She had Emmett, and she could find out Carlos' whereabouts any time she needed to know it.
'So he squeezed out the time and came all the way here just to serve as Megan's boyfriend? Or just to have sex with me?' Debbie thought to herself, confused.
She raised her hands to rub her aching temples, and that was when she saw it. The diamond ring on her finger! She gasped.
'Where did this come from? Did Carlos put it on? When did he…? Oh my God!
Oh no! My head is killing me now!'
At Economics and Management School
Debbie slouched around on the campus, one hand on her chest. She had a necklace around her neck with the huge diamond ring as the pendant.
The diamond was almost the size of a pigeon egg. She was afraid that she might be kidnapped if someone saw it.
She could even see the shape of the diamond through her thick sweater. Luckily, it was winter, and she was wearing a down jacket and a scarf. It would be highly difficult to spot the rock.
But, she was sure that the ring was probably worth at least tens of millions of dollars. It was the most expensive gift she had ever received. Mixed emotions flooded her. She was drowned in her own thoughts when she heard someone calling out her name.
"Hey! Tomboy!" a familiar voice shouted behind her
Turning around, she saw Jared limping over to her. He had a dark circle around his eye as a result of the punch from a boy yesterday.
"You didn't hurt your leg yesterday. What happened?" Debbie asked, scowling.
Frustrated, Jared shook his head and explained, "That bastard, Damon, kicked me when I got home. I swear he'll pay for this. Why didn't you attend Prof. He's class this morning? Was it because your husband punished you last night?"
"He didn't punish me! I-I had something else to do in the morning. Why did Damon kick you?" Debbie changed the topic as her face turned red at the word "punish."
But Jared was too careless to notice the blush. At the mention of Damon, he said through gritted teeth, "He thought that he needed to teach me a lesson so that I wouldn't get into fights again. Damn him! He really thinks he's my brother! I don't give a damn about that. I'll get even with him next time!"
Debbie rolled her eyes and snapped, "Why do you hate him? He did it for your own good." Debbie thought of Damon as a good brother to Jared.
Jared snapped back, "Oh really? And I think Carlos Huo does everything for your own good. But you hate him as well."
"I don't hate him at all!" Debbie defended herself, frowning at him. 'I love him, ' she said to herself. Although she was still mad at Carlos, that didn't mean she didn't love him.
"I clearly remember you calling him a scum when we were drinking yesterday. You were saying that he dated Olga, Megan…" Jared had apparently heard Debbie grumble last night at the club.
Slapping her hand over his mouth, Debbie yelled, "Stop talking nonsense! You obviously misheard me!"
