Chapter 212

He walked over to Debbie and greeted, “Good afternoon, Carlos.”

Debbie nodded, “Afternoon to you.”

“Debbie, Carlos bought these and asked me to bring them to you.”

Debbie stopped eating and looked at those bags. Her eyes lit up on the sight of the Logo of a designer

Lipstick brand she always wished for, but couldn’t afford. At the price of a six thousand dollars per

piece, it was way too expensive for her.

“Thank Carlos for me. But I won’t take these. Take them back to him so that he can give them to

someone else,” Debbie said in a flat tone.

Her refusal surprised Tristan. Had he walked into a marital storm? It was an awkward moment he

wished he should have excused himself.

But Carlos was his boss, and he felt obliged to put in a good word for the big man.

“Debbie, Carlos picked these for you in person this morning. I’ve worked for Carlos for a long time, and

I’ve never seen him pick a gift for any woman before.”

Scooping some rice from her plate, Debbie asked casually, “What about

Megan’s birthday gift?”

Tristan was stumped.

“Er… about that…Carlos picked it himself.

But what does this have to do with Megan?” Tristan didn’t understand why Debbie suddenly brought up

Megan. But he had to do his job.

“Debbie, Carlos was in an awful mood when he went to work this morning, but when he picked this gift

for you, he was in an incredibly good mood.”

“A good mood? How did you know? Did he smile? Or did he tell you that himself?”

Tristan was left speechless. He could tell that Debbie was furious about something.

That made the situation even worse for him because although he was capable at work, he sucked

when it came to women. The fact that he was a divorced man spoke for itself. Clutching at straws, he

fumbled,

“Well, as you know, Carlos doesn’t smile much. And he doesn’t put his feelings into words.”

“I know,” Debbie responded crisply. Once again Tristan fell into silence.

Careful not to make the situation spoil Tristan’s mood over her differences with Carlos, she simply said,

“Take these Lipsticks back to

Carlos. I don’t want them.”

However, unsure how he would face Carlos, Tristan put the lipsticks on the dining table and turned

around.

“I’m sorry, Debbie, I can’t do that. If you don’t want them, I guess you will have to take them back to

Carlos yourself. They are out of my hands now,” he said anxiously as he headed for the door.

Once he got out of the house, he wiped beads of sweat off his forehead and feeling the warmth of

sunshine, a sudden need to talk to someone filled his heart. To help his boss, he might need Emmett to

be around.

Among his colleagues, Emmett was a friend to Debbie. Meeting Debbie in this foul mood reminded

Tristan of his own struggles. ‘Emmett, come back home. I wouldn’t be so miserable if you were here, ‘

he thought.