Chapter 237

Debbie was frustrated with this way of life. It was the lifestyle of an upper-class socialite diva and not

hers. She wanted her own simple, easy life back. Just as she was about to go crazy, Carlos finally

returned from the business trip.

He had been away for more than two months. At the start, they had texted each other on the phone.

But when Debbie had complained to him about the lessons and activities that he had arranged for her,

he had simply replied, “I did this for your own good.” Debbie didn’t contact him again after that.

Later, she found out that Carlos had put her name down for a dance program at her school’s Solar New

Year Gala. Debbie was so angry she gritted her teeth and felt like punching him in the face for it. But

she didn’t call or text him.

The day that Carlos returned happened to be when the Solar New Year

Gala was held. Since the new year was on Sunday, the gala was held three days earlier.

Debbie anxiously waited on the stage dressed in a classical style azure dance costume.

When the curtains parted and the spotlight lit up the stage, the audience was stunned to see Debbie

there.

She twirled and jumped, moving her body smoothly and gracefully.

Everyone was in awe and wondered when Debbie had become so elegant and charming.

When the dance finished, the audience gave her a standing ovation that echoed throughout the whole

venue.

Even though her performance was a huge success, Debbie didn’t feel happy within herself. She smiled

and bowed politely to the audience and then left the stage. Changing back into her own clothes she

headed home.

‘I won’t ever speak to that dreadful man again. Even when he is not around, he still manages to torture

me. He must be thrilled that the dance was such a success. It was all for him. I didn’t want to do it, ‘ she

thought angrily as she reached the villa.

She opened the front door and went in. While she was feeling around in the dark for the Light switch,

someone held her from behind. She jumped back startled.

But, the hug felt familiar and she knew instantly that it was him.

Turning her, he silenced her scream with a kiss.

Even though it was dark, Debbie could sense that something wasn’t quite right. She could smell the

unusually sweet metallic scent of blood.

Alarmed, she wriggled out of his embrace and quickly turned the Lights on. When she looked at Carlos,

he was holding his bleeding arm.

“What happened?” she asked nervously. Carlos’ face was pale and sweating from the pain.

“I’ll be fine. Call this number and tell him to come quickly,” he said, trying to control his excitement at

seeing her again.

“Let me drive you to the hospital. It will be quicker.” Debbie threw her bag onto the floor and was about

to help him to the car.

But Carlos stopped her.

“We need to keep this quiet, especially from the press. Can you help me upstairs? The number that I

gave you to call is a doctor.”

After Debbie had called the doctor, she turned to Carlos, visually upset.

“I’m surprised that you still remember you had a home after being away for such a long time! Look at

you! You’ve gotten yourself hurt like this. Somebody may think that I did this to you,” she complained as

she helped him climb the stairs.

Once they reached the top, Carlos stopped and turned to look at her. He touched her cheek gently.