True Love Waits novel Chapter 87

After Ashley had driven away, Debbie took out two embossed boxes and handed one each to her friends. "Here. I don't want to take the card either, but I guess we all have to. Besides, it's only a small sum for Mr. Huo anyway. He said if you don't accept the cards, then that means you don't see me as your friend. So, just take it, both of you."

"But Debbie. When we were on the fifth floor of the Alioth Building the other day, we had already accepted a one-million-dollar VIP card. We really feel embarrassed to take this one as well," Kristina said.

"I don't know. It beats me how that capitalist's mind works," Debbie responded, shaking her head. She could imagine how awkward they were feeling to be forced to accept VIP cards with huge sums of money in them, especially from another woman's husband. She would probably feel the same if she were put in the same situation.

"Never mind. Since Mr. Huo insists, let's just take it," she said to her friends.

That evening, Debbie decided to have a talk with Carlos. However, she was informed by Emmett, who had just returned, that Carlos had left on a business trip and wouldn't be back for at least a month.

With Carlos away, she was hoping to have some relief from her busy schedule. But it was not going to happen. Carlos had already organized a list of activities for her to do and bid someone to supervise her in his absence.

During the day, she had yoga and dance lessons. To make sure that she stayed busy, Carlos also arranged other various activities such as flower arrangement, tea parties, art exhibitions, bowling, women's baseball and so on. In the evening, she was expected to have either a milk bath or a rose petal bath.

Debbie was frustrated with this way of life. It was the lifestyle of an upper-class socialite diva and not hers. She wanted her own simple, easy life back. Just as she was about to go crazy, Carlos finally returned from the business trip.

He had been away for more than two months. At the start, they had texted each other on the phone. But when Debbie had complained to him about the lessons and activities that he had arranged for her, he had simply replied, "I did this for your own good." Debbie didn't contact him again after that.

Later, she found out that Carlos had put her name down for a dance program at her school's Solar New Year Gala. Debbie was so angry she gritted her teeth and felt like punching him in the face for it. But she didn't call or text him.

The day that Carlos returned happened to be when the Solar New Year Gala was held. Since the new year was on Sunday, the gala was held three days earlier.

Debbie anxiously waited on the stage dressed in a classical style azure dance costume.

When the curtains parted and the spotlight lit up the stage, the audience was stunned to see Debbie there.

She twirled and jumped, moving her body smoothly and gracefully.

Everyone was in awe and wondered when Debbie had become so elegant and charming.

When the dance finished, the audience gave her a standing ovation that echoed throughout the whole venue.

Even though her performance was a huge success, Debbie didn't feel happy within herself. She smiled and bowed politely to the audience and then left the stage. Changing back into her own clothes she headed home.

'I won't ever speak to that dreadful man again. Even when he is not around, he still manages to torture me. He must be thrilled that the dance was such a success. It was all for him. I didn't want to do it, ' she thought angrily as she reached the villa.

She opened the front door and went in. While she was feeling around in the dark for the light switch, someone held her from behind. She jumped back startled.

But, the hug felt familiar and she knew instantly that it was him. Turning her, he silenced her scream with a kiss.

Even though it was dark, Debbie could sense that something wasn't quite right. She could smell the unusually sweet metallic scent of blood.

Alarmed, she wriggled out of his embrace and quickly turned the lights on. When she looked at Carlos, he was holding his bleeding arm.

"What happened?" she asked nervously. Carlos' face was pale and sweating from the pain.

"I'll be fine. Call this number and tell him to come quickly," he said, trying to control his excitement at seeing her again.