Chapter 1142

She would have screamed, but she recognized him without a doubt. It was

Carlos.

He was lazily leaning against the couch. There was an ashtray on the center table, filled with cigarette

butts. ‘Wait, where did he get the ashtray?’ she wondered silently. Beside the ashtray was the other

mug she had bought earlier that day. She had bought a pair and had given one of them to Carlos.

Both the mugs had Piggy’s picture printed on them. But to avoid more trouble, she had Piggy’s face

digitalized to look like a cartoony image.

One of the mugs was pink and the other was dark blue.

Debbie frowned at the ashtray. ‘How Long has he been here?”

When he heard movement in the hall, he craned his neck and saw her standing by the Light switch. He

stood up, grabbed the ashtray and dumped the cigarette butts into the trash can.

Then he tied up the garbage bag. After that, he opened all the windows in the Living room. He probably

didn’t want her to breathe in all the smoke.

Debbie silently watched him. ‘Should I just pretend like I didn’t see him?”

Changing into her slippers, she asked without looking at him, “Carlos, is there anything I can do for

you?”

Carlos grabbed her wrist and turned her around to make her face him.

He reeked of smoke. Debbie frowned and wondered, ‘Isn’t he still taking his medicines every day? Why

is he smoking so much?’

“What were you doing?” he questioned.

“Looking for houses with Ivan. He said he wanted to stay in Alorith with me after the wedding,” she Lied

without blinking.

‘Looking at houses? Ivan is moving to Alorith? What blatant lies. As if

I’d ever believe a single word that comes out of your mouth!’ he thought, gritting his teeth.

He tightened his grip on her wrist as he glared at her. The next second, he pulled her into a hug and

demanded, “Don’t marry him.” His voice was a little hoarse, making it sound very hot in her ears.

But it dawned on her how selfish this man could be. Why couldn’t he say that he wouldn’t marry

Stephanie? If he had told her that he wouldn’t marry Stephanie, she would have immediately clung on

to him. But he didn’t say that. She sneered, “I’m sorry, Carlos. I’m Leaving tomorrow.

Ivan and I will be getting our marriage license from Zugrurg the day after.”

“Ivan doesn’t Love you!” Carlos spat.

“You’re wrong. He does. He wouldn’t have helped me otherwise,” Debbie replied firmly.

Carlos closed his eyes tightly.

“Has he ever said that he loves you?”

She answered honestly, “No. But we were not a couple before this. Why would he say it? Besides,

does true love need to be proven by mere words?”

He was driven mad by her replies. In a huff, he pulled her closer to his body and pressed his lips on

hers.