Chapter 393

“Mixing Liquor with Sprite and cola will harm your intestines and stomach; mixing wine with Sprite and

cola will harm your heart and cause diabetes,” he said in a calm voice.

He threw his tie on the couch and began to strip himself.

“Mixing liquor with beer might cause duodenitis and gastric bleeding; mixing wine with beer might

cause chronic alcoholism.”

Lying on the bed, Debbie watched Carlos as he threw his white shirt onto the floor. He then began to

take off his pants. She swallowed hard and mumbled, “Er… Wh-What are you doing?” ‘Wow…His

strong chest and tight abdomen…’ Debbie drooled over her husband’s sexy body. —Put on your

clothes,“ she stammered.

*Put on my clothes? I came all the way here to fuck you, * Carlos snorted inwardly.

Ignoring her pleas, he pressed her against the bed with his body and asked, “You want to die, don’t

you?”

“What?!” Debbie didn’t understand.

“If you want to die so badly, you don’t need to down all this alcohol.

I’ll do you a favor. I’ll fuck you to death.”

“What?! Aaaaargh! Carlos is trying to murder me! Mmm…” Her voice was muffled by deep kisses.

The next moment, she was stripped down mercilessly. She really, really regretted provoking this angry

man. And now, she was going to pay the price. In his anger, he showed no mercy. He had rough sex

with Debbie all night.

Debbie quaked like a leaf in the wind. Uncontrollable moans filled the room. As he came, he called out

her name, thrusting hard, then stilling as he emptied himself into her.

She wanted to cry and yell at him. ‘You monster! You old goat!‘ But she was too exhausted to utter a

single word. She decided to let him go for now.

She felt him slipping something onto her finger, but she was too sleepy to open her eyes and look at it.

She dozed off soon after.

It was already noon when Debbie woke up the next day. Her eyes swept around the empty room. As far

as she knew, Carlos had arrived in the nearby city in the morning.

How did she know that? She had Emmett, and she could find out Carlos’ whereabouts any time she

needed to know it.

*So he squeezed out the time and came all the way here just to serve as

Megan’s boyfriend? Or just to have sex with me?’ Debbie thought to herself, confused.

She raised her hands to rub her aching temples, and that was when she saw it. The diamond ring on

her finger! She gasped.

‘Where did this come from? Did Carlos put it on? When did he…? Oh my

God!

Oh no! My head is killing me now!”

At Economics and Management School

Debbie slouched around on the campus, one hand on her chest. She had a necklace around her neck

with the huge diamond ring as the pendant.

The diamond was almost the size of a pigeon egg. She was afraid that she might be kidnapped if

someone saw it.