Chapter 116

Chapter: 117

Debbie was so embarrassed she wished she could dig a hole in the ground and stick her head in. She

shouldn’t have asked Carlos for a divorce while she was still a college student. If she had waited until

she had graduated and found a job, things would have been totally different.

‘Pathetic’ didn’t even begin to explain how she felt right now! Not only did she have to look for a job, but

she had to ask Jared to lend her some money.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have the means to turn back time.

Jared was completely shocked. ‘Debbie has no money? That can’t be true!’ As his buddies kept on

urging him to get in the bar with them, he had to bid farewell to Debbie.

“Okay. I’ll transfer the money later,” he said before he hung up.

Within one minute, Debbie received a text message from the bank which said 5, Q0@ dollars had been

transferred into her account.

Immediately, she sent Jared a WeChat message.

“Got the 5, 00. Thanks, bro!”

She clicked the “send” button and flashed a relieved smile. All of a sudden, someone knocked on her

bedroom door. Realizing who it was, she put her phone in her pocket and jumped out of the bed. She

trotted towards the door, and opened it to greet Carlos.

“Old man, good evening.”

From the looks of it, he had just arrived home as he was still wearing his white shirt and tie, with his

coat hanging from his arm. Carlos eyed her from head to toe and said in a calm voice, “Grab your

English book. I’ll be waiting for you in the study.”

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the study himself.

When Debbie entered the study with her English book, Carlos was standing before the French window,

smoking. He stood straight as a ramrod.

He had a picture-perfect profile. The first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, exposing a part of

his firm, chiseled chest. Debbie felt somewhat thirsty at the sight of the handsome man smoking before

the window. She swallowed hard and wished for this peaceful moment to last a bit longer.

Carlos saw her come in through the reflection in the window. He walked towards the desk and killed the

cigarette butt in the ash tray.

“Sit,” he demanded briefly.

Looking around the study, Debbie believed that the couch would be the most comfortable place, so she

went towards the couch and made herself comfortable.

Carlos followed and sat next to her. They were so close, she could feel the warmth of his body.

In a low, tantalizing voice, he asked, “How’s your English? I’ll need to assess that before we can

continue. We are going to communicate in

English this evening.”

Debbie was slightly taken aback. ‘Communicate in English? Seriously?

I’ve never passed any English tests before. I can only speak a bit of

English. I had learnt it before I had to travel abroad.’

“First of all, you need to pay…”

Carlos opened his mouth and English words poured out of his mouth Like a waterfall. Debbie didn’t

know what he was talking about, but she could tell that his accent was of that so-called Received