When she heard that, Debbie sighed with resignation. "Forget it." Carlos' words indicated he'd break all contact with Megan. Debbie thought this was enough. After all, the car accident was not that serious.
Carlos kissed her forehead. "You're so kind."
"Ha! Hardly!" Debbie retorted, pouting her mouth. "If I were, I wouldn't have always tried to drive her off."
Her reaction amused him. "She made her own bed, and now she has to lie in it. You were kind enough to her."
Debbie heaved a sigh of relief. "Since you made up your mind, let's not talk about her. Hey, old man, we should have a name for our son. You're smart—you name him."
"Sure it's a boy?" he asked in confusion. Since Debbie knew she was pregnant, he always heard her refer to the baby as "son."
"Thought you liked boys," Debbie answered. He had once said that he wanted a son, so she called the baby "son" to make him happy.
Carlos now remembered what he had said before. He explained, "You know I'll love it, boy or girl. If it's a boy, that'll be better. Because there will be two men to protect you."
Debbie rubbed her face against his chest. "Really? But rich people like your family prefer boys to girls, right? Your grandparents, your uncle and aunt, and your parents all gave birth to boys."
Even Frasier and Gloria had a son. Carlos had no biological aunts, female cousins, or nieces to speak of.
"Just think. That's why they'll be happy if you have a girl. Grandma will finally have a granddaughter."
Debbie was struck speechless. 'Makes sense. But he said he wanted a son before, ' she thought. She still didn't quite believe him. "How about this? Pick a boy's name and a girl's name."
"All right."
They didn't stop talking about it until midnight, but they still hadn't decided on anything. Carlos pulled her into his arms and said, "You should go to bed. You're pregnant! We can pick this up tomorrow."
"Okay, okay. Um… Yeah, I'm kinda tired."
Within thirty seconds, Debbie dozed off. Carlos smiled when he looked at her sleeping face, and quietly turned off the light.
Even since he found out his wife was pregnant, Carlos was always on high alert. Whenever he was free, he'd be by her side. He didn't want anything bad to happen to her or their kid.
Debbie originally had two bodyguards. But now Carlos hired four more. He even forbade her from returning to England, and hired teachers to make house calls, paying a high price for homeschooling.
He hired more chefs for her, so she could eat whatever she wanted, no matter if it was Sichuan, Cantonese, Japanese, or French cuisine. Anything she wanted, he'd spare no expense.
He had many fashion designers work on maternity dresses for Debbie, and asked them to have sample clothes ready in fifteen days.
Other than eating and sleeping, Debbie only had to attend classes and do yoga. She was so bored, and she worried she'd get fat.
She had mentioned this to Carlos, but to no avail. He'd brush her off, telling her the baby in her belly would absorb nutrients and she did yoga every day. Gain weight? Hardly.
As days went by, Curtis and Colleen's wedding finally came.
Colleen had originally wanted Debbie to be one of her bridesmaids, but Carlos turned her down saying that she was pregnant and that she couldn't stand for a long time.
Debbie felt both helpless and happy. Helpless because he was overreacting, and happy because he cared for her so much. She had lived like a princess before pregnancy; now she lived like a queen and Carlos was her slave. He would do as she said no matter what, as long as she was healthy.
Curtis and Colleen's wedding was held at a six-star hotel. Everyone knew there was no such rating, but with ultra-posh decor and a concierge in every room, five stars did it no justice. Not only that, but it came with no small price tag. In a pink evening dress, Debbie was on Carlos' arm, slowly walking through the entrance of the hotel.
Though they were pretty private people, their appearance still made a stir. After all, Carlos was a celebrity and so eye-catching.
They walked slowly inside the grand hall. All of a sudden, a familiar face came into view, and Debbie's heart skipped a beat.
She had been mentally prepared for some time, but she still felt extremely nervous when she saw the person.
Sensing something was off, Carlos looked in that direction and saw a woman with sunglasses—it was none other than Ramona.
He held Debbie's hand tighter and stepped to the side to block her view.
Many guests came to greet Carlos and Debbie. Carlos nodded at them and held the chair out for his wife. Debbie's seat was next to Adriana's. Carlos himself sat beside Wesley.
Adriana held her son. The cute baby immediately caught Debbie's attention.
"He's so adorable. Look at his eyes! He's smiling at me. Can I borrow him for a while?" Debbie reached out her hands.
However, Carlos gripped her hands lightly and lowered them. "You should take good care of yourself. You can play with him after giving birth."
His nervousness amused Adriana. She said, "Mr. Huo, pregnant women aren't that fragile. Debbie can hold my son for a while."
Adriana's words set Debbie's mind at ease. Despite Carlos' reluctance, Debbie took the baby from Adriana. The boy smiled and flailed his arms, a little bundle of energy held by Debbie.
"Sweetie, you're so cute. Call me Auntie." As if that wasn't enough, she approached Carlos. "Look at him! He looks just like Adriana." She was rubbing it in Carlos' face.
Unmoved, Carlos didn't really answer her. "Now that you've held him for a while, return him to his mom."
The others burst out laughing. Adriana was about to take her son back, but Damon stepped in. "Hey man, you're overreacting! My son is less than five kilos. And your wife is sitting down. She won't get hurt."
"Exactly. Don't worry, honey. Look! He's so cute. Do you want to hold him? He's so soft and chubby." Debbie put the baby into Carlos' arms before he could respond.
Carlos, who had never held a baby before, wanted to turn her down immediately. What if he hurt him by accident? What would he do if the little guy soiled his diaper? But his heart softened when the boy looked at him with his doe eyes.
'He's so small! Will our son be this small too? Will he be more adorable than Damon's son? Will he look more like Debbie or me?
People say that boys look more like their mothers. I guess our son will look more like Debbie.'
Carlos' face was so serious that the boy was frightened and burst out crying. Debbie rolled her eyes at her husband. "Can't you give him a smile? You scared him. Give him here."
She took the crying boy from Carlos. Sensing her soft arms, the boy immediately stopped crying. She bounced him up and down and rocked him back and forth, talking to him in cooing tones.
The others were all amused. Debbie reached out her fingers and pinched Carlos' cheek. "Come on! Smile!"
