Take My Breath Away

Debbie nodded. "Will mom be disappointed in me?" she asked worried, looking at him with teary eyes.

Carlos shook his head and assured her, "No, she won't. Don't worry. Go get changed, all right?"

Debbie collected herself and changed into a clean pair of pants after Carlos had left the walk-in closet.

In her bedroom, the dressing table had been cleaned up. When Carlos saw it again, he recalled how tidy it had looked even with so many items on it before the boy messed it up.

Just that morning, when Debbie was applying the products to her face after freshening up, she had joked, "Now I see the benefits of marrying Carlos Huo. As Mrs. Huo, I can buy whatever I want. I craved these things for years! Now, I have so many of them. Mr. Huo, it seems that I'll have to be a good wife so you won't dump me one day. If you do, no one will be left to buy me expensive beauty products anymore."

After applying them to her skin, she checked them carefully and rearranged them on her table.

"They are not even premium brands. Why do you value them so much?" Carlos asked as he watched her go through her routine.

He thought about how easy it was to please her.

Holding a newly opened face cream, Debbie answered joyfully, "They're not the most expensive, but it was you who bought them for me. To me, that makes them the best."

Carlos couldn't help smiling as he played the scenario back in his mind.

He took out his phone and called Emmett. "Buy a few more sets of those beauty products Debbie bought at Shining International Plaza and have them delivered to the villa," he ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Huo," he replied dutifully.

"Also, ask our best business partner in the beauty category to develop an exclusive line of cosmetics for her as soon as possible,"

he added.

The moment Carlos hung up, Debbie walked out of the closet.

He stretched out his hand towards her, and she put her hand in his. The two held each other's hands tightly.

As they walked downstairs, Debbie couldn't help but ask, "Did I overreact? He is only a five-year-old boy anyway."

Carlos looked at her and answered, "I know you. I was surprised that you didn't spank him and only demanded an apology."

Debbie was disappointed to hear that. She stopped him from moving forward and asked, "Am I that hot-tempered in your eyes?"

Sensing the hint of anger in her tone, Carlos knew that

ion. Seeing how distressed his wife was getting with the relentless crying, Carlos stood up, grabbed the boy by his clothes and carried him towards the door.

Tabitha and Megan ran after him, frightened. "Carlos!" Tabitha called.

"Uncle Carlos!" Megan followed.

Noticing what was going on, Debbie stood up too. By now, Carlos had already opened the gates of the villa. He put Jake on the snow-coated ground. The boy was still crying, but it didn't affect Carlos at all. The man turned around and closed the gates behind him.

Megan wanted to open the gates, but Carlos stopped her. "Don't you dare!" he said as he glared at her.

His face was almost purple with anger. Too afraid, Megan turned to Tabitha. "Tabitha..." she pleaded.

Tabitha wasn't sure if her son would listen to her, so she looked at Debbie.

Meeting Tabitha's eyes, Debbie fell into a daze.

'Is Tabitha telling me to calm Carlos down?' she wondered. As if aware of what she was thinking, Tabitha nodded. Receiving the hint, Debbie took a deep breath and grabbed Carlos' hand. "He's naughty, but it's not our place to discipline him. Isn't his mom on the way? Why don't we leave it to her? Besides, if she sees her son thrown out of the villa and crying in the snow alone, she will feel uncomfortable," she told her husband.

Carlos was nonchalant. "I don't give a damn how she will feel. If she sucks at parenting, then she doesn't have the right to blame others for doing the job for her!" Uncomfortable? Mess with his wife again and he would hang her son flogged on a tree.

See how she would feel then!