Take My Breath Away

Debbie patiently stayed inside her car close to Building 2 within the Champs Bay Apartments from the morning to even after dusk. And whenever she would get a pang of hunger, she had to make do with just a few pieces of bread.

This apartment complex in particular seemed to have been reserved solely for the wealthy and powerful. One of Jared's close friends happened to live in this area. Debbie was able to trick the guard into believing she had come there to visit that guy, and for that reason, she managed to get into the compound.

At that point, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening. Debbie was just playing around on her phone to pass the time. Then all of a sudden, she got blinded by the headlights of a car entering the compound.

Only a handful of cars were given entry to this housing community. For every single vehicle that would pass by the entrance, Debbie would immediately look up to check if it was Carlos'. So, when she noticed this car as it was coming in, she did that just as well.

The black car that passed by proceeded to pull over right in front of Building 2—it was an Emperor car, the latest model. The driver then stepped out of the car and opened the rear door for the passenger sitting inside. A man promptly exited the vehicle.

After hours and hours of waiting inside the car, she finally saw the man she was looking for. It was none other than Carlos.

Wasting no time at all, she quickly locked her phone, set it aside, walked out of the car and called out to him, "Carlos Huo."

The second he heard a voice calling his name, Carlos turned around to check who it might be. He was a bit puzzled by what he saw.

A woman wearing a blue jumpsuit and a pair of high-heeled shoes approached him from the dark.

And with nothing but a single quick look, Carlos recognized her in an instant—the woman who, for some reason, was barefoot and was wearing a red evening dress the other night.

Of course, she was no longer in that same weird position. This time around, she seemed rather composed.

It was not like Carlos knew her at all, but to a certain extent, there was something about her that looked so familiar. She politely smiled at him as she leisurely walked closer holding a white Chanel purse.

In spite of all of that, her eyes were still the same. Even when their eyes finally met, she didn't bother looking away.

In the end, she didn't approach him any closer. She stopped in her tracks the second she got right next to his car.

He stood by the doorstep of the building, with his gaze fixated on the hopeful look on her face.

He opted not to say anything; he was curious about what her reason could be for waiting up on him, what she could possibly want from him.

People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Her eyes had been filled to the brim with so much tenderness for him, while his, on the other hand, simply felt so cold.

'I guess he doesn't recognize me in any way.

What am I supposed to do now? Should I ask him about it?

Maybe I shouldn't do that, ' she pondered for a second.

Lowering her head, she shifted her attention over to her feet to hide the pain about to slip from her eyes. It had been three years since the last time the tw

the lips. "Honey, let's get inside now. It's been such a long day. I feel so tired."

Before the eyes of other people, Stephanie appeared like such a strong businesswoman. But when it came to Carlos, she would be like a completely different person, one who would always be so sweet and loving.

"All right then." With their arms around each other's waist, the two of them made their way into the building.

The moment they walked past Debbie, neither of them bothered to spare her even a single glance, acting as if she did not exist at all.

As soon as they stepped foot inside the building, both their cars drove off straight away.

Watching all of this with her very own eyes, Debbie felt like the world had turned its back on her. She was so alone. As if time randomly stopped, everything around her seemed so quiet.

She couldn't remember how she could have possibly gathered her thoughts and made her way into her car. It took the best of her just to hold back the urge to beat the hell out of Stephanie. And now, she had no clue what her next move should be.

Feeling so tired herself, she instantly dozed off inside her car. And during the early hours of the following day, her deep slumber had abruptly been disturbed by a loud horn.

She kept the car window open with just enough space to make sure that she wouldn't risk getting suffocated while she was sleeping. That was the main reason why she had gotten startled by the horn.

Checking out the apartment in front of her, Debbie sneezed.

She seemed to have caught a cold.

When she was finally fully awake, she came back to her hotel room to take a nice, relaxing warm bath—she badly needed one anyway. Then she started a video chat with her daughter. Piggy appeared to be having breakfast in the Wen family's house.

She noticed that Elsie, Irene's mom, was the one feeding Piggy. Debbie felt a little guilty and remarked, "Aunt Elsie, there's no need for you to be doing that. You don't have to worry about her; she can just eat on her own."

Elsie simply let out a soft smile and told her, "It's totally fine. I just really love feeding Piggy. She looks so adorable."