On the fifteenth day of their trip, Debbie and Carlos were in the Sahara Desert. It was their second day there.
As she faced the boundless desert, she opened her arms and said cheerfully, "I've long been looking forward to coming here. My dream has finally come true. Honey, I feel so happy right now. I'm in the most beautiful place with my husband and child by my side. This is so wonderful."
'Husband and child?'
Carlos turned and looked around, but there was no sign of Evelyn.
"Did you ask someone to bring Evelyn here?" he asked in disbelief, his face sullen. He really disliked this place. The weather was bad, and the view was not beautiful. It was nothing but sand all around. He didn't understand why she liked it here.
Debbie gave him a mysterious smile. "Of course not."
After a few seconds of utter confusion, Carlos' eyes lit up. "You…are pregnant?" he stammered.
Debbie gave him a broad smile and nodded, "Yes!" They'd been looking forward to their second child for almost a year. And now, she was finally pregnant.
Carlos wanted to hug and kiss her right there, but then his face darkened. "Honey, I think I've been too nice to you. How dare you bring us here knowing that you are pregnant!" Saying that, he scooped her up in his arms.
Debbie cradled his neck and pouted her lips complaining, "If I had told you earlier, you wouldn't have allowed me to come here."
Carlos didn't know how to respond; she did have a point.
The next morning, Debbie saw Carlos' private plane in the garden of the hotel where they lived. That night, they arrived at their manor in Y City.
She looked at Carlos, who was now gently placing her into the bathtub with the utmost care, and grumbled, "We had just arrived in the Sahara Desert. I didn't even ride on a camel. Yet you brought me back. Such a pity!"
"You are only allowed to walk in and around the manor in the next nine months," he simply said.
"Okay," Debbie nodded obediently.
Carlos' face changed. "Honey, are you plotting something behind my back?" he asked. Ever since he had gotten his memory back, Debbie had been acting rather obediently, which made him quite uneasy.
Debbie flashed a sweet smile. "Honey, what are you talking about? You are so nice to me. Why would I plot anything behind your back?"
'I'll make sure that he is nice to me as much as possible in the coming months, ' she swore to herself.
Carlos just smiled back. Debbie couldn't tell whether he had believed what she had said or not. "Let me bathe you now. Don't catch a cold."
"Thank you, honey. You're the best."
When Debbie was pregnant with Evelyn, Carlos had not been by her side. This time, he swore that he would take care of her and their baby.
Debbie very much enjoyed Carlos' care, and even called Kasie to boast about it. "Kasie, if you hate a man, all you should do is marry him and get pregnant with his child. He will take care of you with the utmost care every single day; you are the queen and he's your slave. You can ask him for the world, and he would give it to you. He will obey your orders and do everything to make you happy. Wow! I feel really good. I'm having the time of my life!"
Kasie giggled and praised her friend, "Tomboy, I really admire you. You have truly tamed the aloof CEO. You need to teach me how to do these things."
Debbie stroked her hair and asked casually, "How are you and Ivan? Carlos and I are having our second baby. What about you?"
Kasie blushed on the other end of the line. "I was going to tell you about that. You're three months pregnant, right? Well, I'm in the second month of pregnancy. I just got the result from the hospital!" Kasie said excitedly.
Her and Ivan's parents had been looking forward to such a piece of news. And now, she was finally pregnant.
"Wow! Congratulations, Mrs. Wen! Why don't you come back to Y City so that we can be pregnant together?"
"I wish. My mom wanted me to fly back too, but Ivan's mother didn't agree. She wants to take care of me herself. She has promised that Ivan could take me to Y City for a while during the fourth month," Kasie said. She was happy that Ivan's mother cared so much for her, but she also felt helpless because she really missed her parents and her friends.
"Well, she does seem to care for you a lot. Hey, Kasie, I'm feeling kinda sleepy. I should probably go take a nap. I will call you later, okay?" Debbie had slept well earlier, yet she still felt very drowsy.
"Okay. Take care, Tomboy. Bye!"
Debbie didn't even move after hanging up. She fell asleep in the hanging chair on the balcony.
When Carlos came back, he saw her sleeping soundly in the hanging chair.
He sighed and grabbed the blanket on the bed before heading to the balcony.
Debbie was a light sleeper, so he tried his best to put the blanket on her softly. But it still woke her.
She opened her eyes slowly and complained in a hoarse voice, "I just fell asleep…"
Carlos was amused and apologized immediately, "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
She closed her eyes again. "Did you bring me something to eat?" she asked.
Carlos was stunned. "No. I—"
Debbie interrupted him and snapped, "You should've been able to tell from my sleeping position in the morning what I was craving for! Why didn't you buy me the food that I wanted to eat?"
Carlos was rendered speechless. He recalled that before he had left that morning, she had been sleeping on her side. So he asked, "What do you like to eat when you sleep on your side? And on your back?" He needed to write everything down.
"Hmm…when I sleep on my left side, I want ice-cream. When I sleep on my right, I want hotpot. When I'm on my back, I want chicken feet, chips, cola, hamburger…"
Carlos' jaw dropped. The food she was listing out had all been banned by him.
The next evening, he asked the chef to cook chicken feet for his wife. He held the plate in his hand and walked upstairs. When he pushed the door open, Debbie was reading a book.
The aroma of the food instantly drew her attention. She put down the book and exclaimed, "Chicken feet! Are they spicy?"
"No! You can't eat spicy—"
She pulled a long face and snapped, "You did it on purpose. You know I like spicy food."
"You shouldn't eat spicy food when you're pregnant," Carlos explained patiently.
Debbie looked at the chicken feet, swallowed hard and pretended to be angry at him. "Carlos Huo! Go to the corner and reflect on your mistake!" she said, pointing to a corner of the room.
To her surprise, Carlos walked to the corner without saying a word in protest.
Debbie had no reason to make it difficult for him. After a while, she sighed and looked at Carlos, who was standing in the corner with his hands in his pockets. "Come here and eat with me," she said.
Carlos rubbed his temples and said, "Honey, you know I don't eat chicken feet."
She pointed to her belly and said, "Your daughter wants you to have them." At the beginning, Debbie would refer to the baby in her belly as "your son." But she soon realized that it wasn't having much effect on him, so she changed her approach and now referred to their baby as "your daughter."
And this worked magically. No matter how reluctant Carlos was, he would always give in.
