Take My Breath Away

The couple were immersed in their own thoughts. Without giving Debbie a straight answer, Carlos held on to her, who had wrapped herself tight in the down jacket again, and led her outside the door. "I've arranged our trip to Maldives," he said. "We'll go there after spending the Spring Festival in New York. Then, after the end of next semester, you'll be studying in the UK."

Digging her fingers into her ears, Debbie repeatedly nodded her head. "Okay." Since her handsome husband had always treated her well, of course she'd do what he wanted.

And it was not like she'd have to do without him. Carlos would also be there, waiting for her when the school day was done. She would be okay with it as long as he was by her side. But her best friends would be sad. Next year, they wouldn't be able to see her. She was the one who stuck up for them when they were wronged, and lifted their moods when they were unhappy. Of course, she'd miss them too.

Seeing Debbie nodding meekly along without protest, Carlos was content. Ignoring everyone, he planted a kiss on her forehead. "Hey, I've got a surprise for you."

"What surprise?" Debbie asked expectantly.

Glowing with happiness, Carlos looked into her eyes and said, "You'll have to wait till we're back home. If I tell you, how could it be a surprise?"

Debbie's curiosity was triggered. She practically bounced in her seat in excitement. The girl racked her brains trying to figure out what it might be. She even asked Carlos for clues, but the stoic man would not give up his secrets. So she had to sit, and wait. Wait the entire four-hour trip back to Y City.

All of a sudden, she shifted her gaze from her phone to the outside of the car window. Confused by the unfamiliar scenery outside, she turned to Carlos and asked, "Where are we going? Aren't we going back to the villa?"

"No..." He was busy looking over documents. He took advantage of the long ride, keeping his company running smoothly. It took dedication and drive to use your spare moments to work, but Carlos had those in spades. His phone suddenly rang, interrupting his reply.

As Carlos answered the call, Debbie kept quiet. She knew he didn't like to talk to her when he was on the phone. So she pulled out her own phone again, and scrolled through news sites.

Ten minutes later, the car started to slow down. Up in the driver's seat, Emmett reminded Debbie, "Mrs. Huo, take a look out the window. The scenery is just amazing." 'Mr. Huo really knows how to enjoy life. This manor has everything, ' Emmett marveled in his mind.

Heeding what he said, Debbie rolled down the car window and looked out. She saw the manor gate a short distance away. "So where are we now?" she asked curiously.

Carlos smiled, "Our new home."

Before he moved into the villa to live with Debbie, Carlos had stayed in this manor every time he came back to Y City. The surroundings here were quite tranquil.

ebrows. "Do you think I have an interest in music?"

Instantly, tears sprang to her eyes. In a sob, she asked, "How do you know I'm crazy about music?"

Seeing her reddened eyes, Carlos held her hand and dragged her out of the room, while warning, "I know you love music. But stop crying. I installed this studio for you to entertain yourself but not for you to cry. Understand?"

Debbie repeatedly nodded her head, but her effort to hold back the tears was in vain. They began streaming down her cheeks.

Carlos helplessly wiped off her tears before pushing another door. "Stop crying now, or... well, you'll find out!"

"Find out what?" Debbie asked while sobbing.

Carlos looked toward the music studio, drew closer to her and whispered playfully, "How about we have some sexy time in the music studio?"

These words worked. In an instant, Debbie turned her tears into laughter and rebuked, "You jerk!" She patted his body several times to vent her anger.

Then, she pulled a tissue and wiped off her tears. When she calmed down, Carlos led her into the second room.

This room was totally different from the music studio. A lot of colorful bottles and containers sat on the shelves.

At first, she didn't know what they were used for, but when she noticed a set of molds and equipment, she finally understood. "This is to make lipsticks?" she asked.

Carlos pinched her cheek. "Clever. Yes. This is a lipstick lab. I have hired some professional technicians to teach you how to make lipsticks."

Her emotions were stirred again. She could hardly find the words to express herself. "I... I don't need... so many lipstick..."

"I have registered a company for you—Decar Cosmetics. You can sell the lipsticks you don't need or the shades you don't like. I've arranged for some designers to work on the packaging. You can pick your favorite design later. As for the advertising and the marketing channel, Emmett can handle those."