Carlos shook his head and pecked her lips. "I should be the one to apologize. Sorry for making you suffer like this. Did Lewis do anything bad to you?"
"No, but he climbed onto my bed and I discovered it wasn't you..." Debbie hadn't expected Lewis to be so bold even in the Huo family's house. At first, she had thought that the guy who climbed on top of her was Carlos. But then the difference in weight and the scent of Lewis' cologne made her realize that it definitely wasn't Carlos. She got really crept out, and even now, when talking of it, she still felt her heart race.
Flames of rage flashed through Carlos' eyes. He asked between gritted teeth, "And then? What did he do?"
Though embarrassed, Debbie mustered the courage to tell him in a hushed voice, "He... climbed on top of me and wanted to...touch me, but I figured it out and stopped him at once."
At this point, Carlos' face had completely darkened. He suddenly broke his embrace, removed Debbie from his arms, and strode toward the doorway.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Debbie shouted anxiously. Without time to put on her slippers, she ran after him in bare feet. Thankfully, he hadn't gone outside, and the carpet was warm and soft.
Carlos turned his head around and spat, "To deal with him!"
Seeing the fuming rage in his eyes, Debbie got flustered. It looked as if he was going to eat someone. To stop him, she grabbed hold of his arm, shook her head and persuaded, "No, no. See, I'm safe and sound now, right? He didn't do anything. And you've already taught him a lesson. Come on, calm down, okay? I promise I'll be more careful next time."
It took him a moment to compose himself. Letting out a deep sigh, he noticed her bare feet and immediately, carried her in his arms. "Where are your slippers?" he rebuked. He didn't like it when she went barefoot. Not only was it unseemly, but it could be unsafe.
Debbie threw her arms around his neck, staring into his eyes. "You just got here. I have you all to myself finally. Don't go anywhere now, okay? I'm tired. Come to bed?" she said, using her cute tone in her favor. She knew Carlos was a man of his word. Once he made a decision, it would be hard to change his mind. Even though Lewis was his cousin, he would still find him and jump him.
Most of the Huo family members already disliked her. And earlier tonight, Carlos had punched Lewis and James in front of the other family members. After tonight, they hated her even more. Now, if Carlos did anything terrible to Lewis, the Huo family would never forgive her!
"Okay, I hear you," Carlos promised, regaining his composure. He tucked her into bed and covered her with the quilt. Then, he shed his clothes before entering the bathroom.
Lying prone in the bed, Debbie whined, "Mr. Handsome, it's less than ten below z
even weirder to Debbie. However, it didn't seem to affect Miranda at all, as if she were used to silence. She went on to enjoy the cup of tea in a relaxing mood. In order to stifle the silence, Debbie had to start a conversation herself. "Um...so... Are Lewis and Dad doing well now?" she stammered.
Miranda nodded her head without saying a word.
Debbie cried in her mind, 'Honey, come back now! Save me!'
"Is your flight tomorrow?" Miranda finally opened her mouth to ask.
As if she were being saved from this awkward situation, Debbie nodded her head vigorously and replied enthusiastically, "Oh yeah. We'll take a flight tomorrow afternoon and arrive in Y City the day after tomorrow."
Miranda took out her phone from her handbag. "Add me on Facebook. Contact me in private if you need my help."
"Okay!" Debbie hastily pulled out her phone, opened the app and shot Miranda a friend request.
Her account name was exactly her own name: Miranda. After that, Miranda suddenly looked into Debbie's eyes and requested, "Don't tell Carlos anything about James. Just pretend you know nothing."
Her words dumbfounded Debbie. She wondered if Miranda also knew something about James' secret.
Before she could formulate a response, Miranda stood up from the sofa. "You can probably guess what's going on. Whatever you think, you're right. And that's why Tabitha has depression," she said, sounding sarcastic. With her eyes becoming sharp, she cautioned, "And be careful of Megan. She's a great actress. Don't be kind to the family. Don't cut them any slack, or you'll have dug your own grave."
After tidying her clothes, she walked toward the door in an arrogant and graceful demeanor. Before she left, she turned around and left her last words. "Don't feel bad. That night, Carlos did a good job. Lewis and James deserved it. I'm going back to work. Goodbye."