novelHis Wife Is Pregnant
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As soon as the housemaid put the plate in front of Carlos, Debbie thrust her chopsticks in to pick up the slice of roasted meat. Shaking the meat in front of the angry Megan, she said in a naughty tone, "Oh, I'm sorry. You know, your uncle Carlos is a germophobe. You touched the meat with your chopsticks, so he won't eat it. I'd better eat it instead."
Before stuffing the meat into her mouth, she looked at the meat while adding, "But... do you have... Are you healthy?" She managed to swallow the words "infectious disease" before she said them out loud. That would have been blatant, and Debbie was too clever for that. She wanted her attack to be well-planned, well-timed, and well-executed, and being too brazen would have knocked all that off kilter. She tried not to smile while chewing her food. That would have given her away.
Exasperated, Megan began to breathe faster. Short of breath, she stuttered, "Aunt Debbie, what are you... talking about... I... I..."
It seemed to Debbie that Megan's asthma attack always came at the best times. Debbie's plan had hit a snag, instead of staking her claim to what was rightfully hers—Carlos himself. But yet again, it looked as though Debbie was bullying a patient.
"Enough! Why are you being so noisy at the dinner table?" Seeing Megan struggling for breath, Valerie immediately gestured to a housemaid, instructing her to take care of Megan. In the meantime, she cast a stern glance at Debbie. Of course, Debbie wasn't about to take that lying down.
'I'm being noisy? But who started it?' Unconvinced, Debbie pursed her lips and focused on eating her food.
Carlos put down his chopsticks and called in the steward. When the steward came into the dining room, he ordered, "Tomorrow, swap this table out for a rotating table."
"Yes, Mr. Huo, " the steward answered and left.
Carlos put a piece of cabbage in Debbie's bowl and looked at Valerie."Grandma, Debbie's part of this family too. If you play favorites, you'll hurt Debbie's heart. As time goes by, she may develop psychological problems. If that happens, you might find it harder to be a great-grandmother."
'A great-grandmother?'
Valerie looked toward Debbie with hatred, while the latter blinked her innocent eyes at her. Debbie didn't expect Carlos to mention having a child all of a sudden.
"Just eat your food, " Carlos ordered her in a hushed voice. He moved more food to her plate before eating his own.
On the other side of the table, Valerie heaved a sigh of relief when Megan's breathing had improved. It seemed like her asthma attack was going away. Debbie saw it too, and glared at her briefly. She believed that Megan used it to get attention, and might even be faking to the whole ordeal. Quite the a exist. You've been a hermit since you fell for Debbie."
Oblivious to his complaint, Carlos got straight to the point."How did you deal with the guy I handed to you last time?"
"Which one?"
"The man who offended my wife at the Orchid Private Club!"
"Well, that guy. O... Oscar, right? He's just a scumbag. I just called a friend of mine, a cop, and got him arrested. They found outstanding warrants and the rest was history."
Carlos hung up the phone as soon as he made sure that Debbie had an answer. Putting his phone aside, he asked, "Happy now?"
"Hmm, " Debbie nodded. So Jared was right. It was reasonable to lock Oscar in jail for his entire life, regarding the tons of crimes he had committed.
Carlos pulled her into his arms and whispered, "If they mess with you, I won't let them off the hook."
Debbie planted a kiss on his forehead."Hmm. Honey, thank you!" she beamed at him.
"Thank you? Why so formal?"
"Me?"
"Yes!" He raised his eyebrows.
Debbie smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, asking, "By the way, what did Grandma talk to you about? Did she try to talk you into divorcing me again?"
"Hmm." He didn't hide it."I'm not giving you up, no matter what."
Wearing a sweet smile on her face, Debbie pretended to be angry and grabbed him by his collar. She rested one leg on top of him and threatened in a condescending manner, "Promise me... or else."
Carlos put his hands under his head on the pillow and looked at her, a tender smile adorning his handsome face. Finally, a single word left his lips."Promise." For the first time in his life, he had willingly allowed himself to be weak. Most willingly.
"I'm happy!" Debbie blew him a kiss, and then tried to push him into the study.
But he shook his head."I'm not working tonight. Let's go out for fun instead."
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