Chapter 450

And I was right. I did fall in love with her, and I love her with all my heart. Luckily, she turned out to be

my legal wife…’

His mood lit up as he scrolled down to see her other posts. Apparently,

Debbie was still a little girl, even though she behaved like a tomboy.

She expressed her feelings and shared everything in her life.

For awhile now, most of her posts had to do with him, like her post today, or the one a few days ago.

That was when they were having dinner with Debbie’s cousin, Sasha.

Then, after escorting Sasha back to school, they walked back to the hotel, hand in hand. Debbie had

taken a photo of their clasped hands and posted it too. She had written a comment, “I hope I can keep

holding your hand until the end of my life.”

ALL of his unhappiness and gloom vanished into thin air now

After putting out the cigarette in his curved glass ashtray, Carlos left the study. When he walked back to

the bedroom, he saw that Debbie had already hidden herself under the quilt, chatting fervently with her

friends on WeChat.

Carlos climbed onto bed, pulled her into his arms and kissed her damp-dry hair, “It smells good,” he

whispered in her ear

“Of course. I used the best shampoo and body wash made by your Hilton

Group. It should smell good.” His hot breath fell on her neck, making her feel itchy, so she tried to move

away.

“Hmm. I see. The design team will see a little extra in their paychecks. I make that happen tomorrow.”

Debbie was shocked, speechless. Maybe he was too rich to use up his money, so he had to find some

way to spend it!

“Your hair’s still wet,” he said.

“Yes, I know. I just didn’t care.” Her hair was long and thick. She didn’t have the patience to dry it all.

Carlos raised his eyebrows.

“Let me help you dry off.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped her over, making her look

at him.

Debbie moved her body to the edge of the bed, letting her hair fall straight down like a waterfall. This

way, her wet hair wouldn’t get the bedding damp. She entwined her slender arms around his neck and

asked with a sweet smile, “Are you really going to help me dry my hair?”

Carlos grinned playfully.

“Yes, but I need to be paid.”

Seeing the passionate look in his eyes, Debbie instantly understood what sort of payment he was

asking for. She struggled to sit up.

“No no. I’ll dry it myself.”

“Think you can run away?” Carlos asked without stopping her. He slowly followed Debbie into the

bathroom again.

In the bathroom, when Debbie found the hair-dryer, she saw Carlos come in too. She swung the hair-

dryer in front of him and urged, “I’m going to dry my hair, seriously. Just go back to bed.”