Chapter 202

Chapter: 202

The atmosphere became really weird, but Debbie didn’t know what was wrong.

The next moment, Carlos pulled her behind his back to stop Wesley from looking at her. His face

turned sullen.

“She’s not her!” he told

Wesley.

‘Why did Carlos say that?’ she wondered, but she noticed Wesley came back to his senses instantly.

He withdrew his hand, stepped back and adjusted his suit. To smooth things over, Damon reached his

arm to hold Wesley’s shoulder and offered, “Let’s get going. Megan must be Looking forward to seeing

us.”

Feeling uncomfortable, Wesley threw Damon’s hand off.

“Why would you stick close to another man when there’re so many good girls around here?” he sternly

reprimanded Damon. Debbie couldn’t help laughing out loud at Wesley’s words.

“Is it so funny?” asked Carlos, rolling his eyes.

“They’re interesting guys,” she replied.

“Sucks to be me!” said Damon dejectedly.

“There are so many pretty girls in the world. And he thinks I Like hanging around with him?! I guess he

went mad because he’s stayed in the army without seeing a woman for so long. He must have thought

I had a thing for him!* he said to Debbie with a teasing smile.

Damon and Jared were actually brothers who resembled each other very much in character. Meeting

Damon, Debbie felt close to him as if she were seeing Jared instead.

“Yes, I know you obviously would’t have a thing for him. You and Jared are both playboys and have

dated countless women.”

Damon’s mouth gaped. Smoothing his blond hair, he murmured, “Really?

I’m a playboy in your eyes? Fine! A playboy is much better than a gay to me.”

While Debbie and Damon were chatting joyfully, a young girl in Light green ball gown and a pair of

glass shoes appeared in their sights.

Holding her hemlines in her hands, she ran happily towards them, her long black hair flying in the wind.

A wide grin on her face.

When she came closer, Debbie finally saw how she looked. She had beautiful blue eyes and wore

sparkling red lipstick.

Silently, Debbie praised, ‘Wow, she’s a fairy!*

Megan came to a halt and held Damon’s waist.

“Uncle Damon!” she called out cheerfully.

In return, Damon stroked her hair.

“Happy birthday, Megan,” he enthused, gesturing for his assistant to hand her the birthday gift.

Beaming a sweet smile, Megan received the gift with appreciation.