Take My Breath Away

"Mrs. Huo? Haha! Women are lining up to be the next Mrs. Huo. How about we get a divorce and I give someone else the privilege?" Debbie taunted.

The car screeched to a halt with a piercing sound, which startled the girl in the backseat.

She swallowed and stroked her chest to calm herself down. 'I'm such a fool! Why did I have to piss off the guy behind the wheel? "Car crash victim" isn't a good look for you, Debbie, ' she told herself.

Carlos parked the car along the roadside. A few seconds later, he unfastened his seat belt, grabbed several bags in the passenger seat and left the car.

Then he pulled open the back door and got in.

Instantly, Debbie scooted over to the next seat to stay away from him. She was frightened. What was he going to do?

Without saying a word, he set the bags in her lap. She looked down and saw the shades of lipstick he had bought for her earlier. Even the carton of lipsticks whose packaging had been opened by Megan was in one of the bags.

'Did he buy me a new set? Or did he take the old set back from Megan as I said?' she mused.

As if Carlos could read her mind, he explained, "I got those lipsticks back from Megan except the carton she already opened. To replace it, I simply went to the mall and bought the same one again."

A myriad of thoughts flooded Debbie's mind.

Words left her as she stared at the bags.

She didn't know whether she should just give in and forgive him, or persist in ignoring his gestures. After all, she was still mad at him because he said she wasn't a virgin. How could he?

Carlos suddenly moved like a pouncing cat, and ended up hovering above her. His face was so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath against her cheek. Looking her in the eye, he said sincerely, "I'm really sorry. I had no call to say that." What he said was disrespectful. No wonder she was mad at him.

He came back home with the lipsticks early this evening, but Julie was the only one there to welcome him. Julie told him Debbie moved into her dorm. Somehow, he was suddenly struck with a deep sense of loss. He never knew what he had until it was gone.

When he finally regained his composure again, he was already at the gates of her university. He called her more than ten times, but she rejected all of them. He had no other choice but to threaten her.

She had even pulled her hood up before getting into his

th and body line. Hope you like them... Never mind. Just wait for me."

After a couple minutes, Debbie entered her bathroom to find Carlos pouring some bath oil into the tub.

Her jaw dropped as she asked in utter disbelief, "Tell me, you did something wrong, right? And this is your way of saying sorry?" 'Why is he suddenly being so good to me?

He apologized to me earlier. And now Carlos Huo, the busy CEO of a multinational corporation, is even drawing my bath!' she mused. She wondered if she were dreaming. This was absolutely unreal. It was not like she was a queen or even rich without his money; she was just Debbie. Where was this coming from?

"Yes," he answered briefly. He shouldn't have said those harsh words.

However, Debbie was now intrigued. She started to ask, "What did you do? Did you just happen to sleep with Megan when you went to her house to fetch the lipsticks?"

"Debbie Nian!" Carlos interrupted her as his face soured. He looked hurt and outraged, and it could be heard in his voice. Well, what was done was done. She couldn't take it back now.

Debbie shut her mouth at once. As Carlos turned back to add the bath oil, she opened her mouth again. And again, she pressed him. "If you really slept with her, you don't need to feel guilty. After all, our marriage is in name only. If you two really love each other, I'll just bow out— Owwww! You...what are you doing? Let go of me!"

Debbie pulled her sweater tighter to her with both hands. Thanks to Carlos, her jacket now lay on the floor.

"If you keep nagging, I'll bathe you myself!" he threatened.