True Love Waits novel Chapter 453

Everyone thought Stephanie had no clue what was going on between Carlos and Debbie, but Stephanie was no fool. Successful men like Carlos usually took a mistress, sometimes more than one. But a mistress was one thing. She didn't care about that, as long as she would be Mrs. Huo someday.

The waiter's words made her realize how wrong she was.

'I'll kill that bitch! Carlos is mine! No one else deserves a woman like me!' Stephanie vowed to herself.

Before everyone was finished eating, Carlos and Debbie left the private booth earlier than the other guests. His excuse was that he would drive her home.

Elmer was the last one to leave. He had to settle the bill.

Sitting in his seat, he wept when he saw the total—12 million. But it was too late to weasel out of it. Besides, if he refused to pay, Carlos would be offended. Given the choice of angering Carlos or paying a ton of cash, he chose the latter. So Elmer paid the bill with his credit card, still weeping.

He wiped his eyes after the cashier swiped his card. He learned two things tonight: Don't mess with Debbie. Don't take advantage of her, or Carlos would take his revenge in spades.

Debbie missed Piggy, but she was too tired to see her. And she had to get up at 5 a.m. for a photo shoot. The commercial was important, so she asked Carlos to take her back to Champs Bay Apartments.

When she got out of the car, Carlos handed her a file envelope.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Open it when you get home," Carlos replied.

She took the envelope and was about to walk toward the elevator when she remembered something. James had been laying low lately. He was quiet, too quiet. "Did you do that background check on James?" she asked.

"Yeah. Don't worry. I'll handle him," Carlos said.

"Can I ask you something?" she queried.

Carlos stepped out of the car and stood close to her. "Sounds like you can't get enough of me. How about we take this inside?"

"Ooh, no, no. Here is fine," Debbie said hastily with a stilted smile.

"Fair enough. You had a question?" Carlos leaned against the car, looking at her.

Debbie hesitated, then finally told him. "If I sue James, will you hate me?"

"What do you think?" he asked, raising a brow.

Debbie didn't know, actually. That was why she asked. "Please don't be mad. He's not your real dad. That's why I won't feel guilty." He was the man she loved. She'd hate to see his father in court.

Carlos caressed her hair. "You know about my relationship with Aunt Miranda."

That was not a question.

Debbie nodded. "You know too? How? Getting your memory back?"

"No, I found out."

"Oh." She sounded disappointed. 'Why isn't his amnesia gone?' "Your grandpa told you Wade and Miranda were your real parents on his deathbed. Then you told me."

"I see," he uttered.

"What about Lewis? I haven't seen him in forever. Where's he been?" she asked curiously.

"My grandma sent him to Italy." Valerie was afraid Lewis would make trouble again, so she sent him far away.

"Oh, okay." She understood. "Don't you still have work to do? Go. We'll talk another time about changing my daughter's last name."

Still leaning against the car, Carlos bent one knee and tucked his hands into his pockets. He looked interested. "Oh? What do you intend to do about it?"