Chapter 1071

Debbie scratched her hair.

“Quit your games. Out with it.”

She had only managed to compose four new songs. She still needed to compose five more to finish the

album. But staring at a blank piece of paper had only dampened her mood and she couldn’t think of a

thing. It was killing her.

Sometimes she wondered if Carlos deliberately did it to stop her from pestering him.

“You’re no fun. Your ex-husband got drunk, and Damon couldn’t drive him home because he had

something else to do. So he tapped me for the job.

Carlos is drunk! There’s no better chance than now. Sure you won’t come?”

As Debbie had strained her brain, she couldn’t take all that in.

“What do you mean no better chance?”

Angela’s Library

Jared was disappointed by her ignorance of subtext.

“A chance to sleep with him! Make him feel guilty afterward. And then you guys get married again. Get

it?”

“Sleep with him?’ Debbie sighed. ‘I wish. But Carlos has an iron will.

Last time, I got him into bed but we didn’t knock boots, ‘ she thought gloomily.

When she didn’t respond, Jared sighed and said, “Okay, forget it. I’LL let Stephanie know. She’ll know

what to do.”

“Hey, hey, wait! What? Okay, I’m coming! Wait for me!” Debbie finally figured it out. She stood up and

rushed to the bathroom.

Jared heaved a sigh of relief.

“Hurry up. Room 888 at Orchid Private

Club.”

“Okay, got it.”

Then she took a quick shower, put on a bare amount make-up and wore perfume with a Light fragrance

before going out.

When she arrived at Room 888, she saw Jared impatiently waiting at the door. At the sight of her, he

quickly urged, “He’s in there. I should get going now. No need to thank me.”

“Okay. See you,” Debbie said to Jared.

As soon as she opened the door to the room, a strong reek of alcohol reached her nostrils. She fanned

her hands through the air, trying to keep the stench away from her nose and mouth.

After taking a few steps inside, she saw a man in white shirt lying lazily on the sofa, eyes shut.

She wasn’t sure if he was fast asleep or not. He wasn’t responding to the noise, though.

Debbie put aside her handbag and patted him cautiously, hoping to rouse him.