Chapter 557

“Shut up!” Carlos demanded coldly.

“No. I know what you’re trying to do. This is daytime, and I’m not in the mood.” Debbie knew more

about Carlos after she had spent months with him. When he was mad at her, it would be torture to have

sex with him-he would bang her like a stallion on steroids.

Without stopping, Carlos said through gritted teeth, “How could you meet your ex behind my back? And

you were in his arms! Were you going to cheat on me?” The more he thought about it, the angrier he

became.

Debbie shook her head immediately and tried to mollify him.

“I’m sorry.

I was really, really wrong. I won’t see him again. Please forgive me, old man.”

“Old man? Who’s old? When he held you in his arms, what did you call him? Mr. Hayden? Hayden

Gomez? Hayden? Or honey?”

Debbie kept her mouth shut. Otherwise, she would be unable to hold back the impulse to yell back at

him.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Did he do this?” he asked, caressing her breasts.

“Carlos! You’re an ass! Aaaargh! He didn’t! He didn’t do anything to me!” Debbie struggled hard, but to

no avail. She was no match for

Carlos’ strength. Why was he still angry with her? Nothing happened, and it was all Hayden’s fault.

Well, maybe not entirely true. She did agree to meet him, knowing that he still carried a torch for her. If

she hadn’t gone to meet with Hayden, Carlos wouldn’t have been alerted, and he wouldn’t have

witnessed anything.

She felt wronged. ‘I gave my first kiss to Carlos. Why doesn’t he believe me?”

After what felt like an eternity, Debbie lay in bed, motionless. Her body was killing her. Carlos, however,

was donning his clothes again.

She couldn’t understand why Carlos, an aloof CEO before the outsiders, would turn into a sex maniac

when he was alone with her.

“Waah…” Debbie burst into tears as she pointed at Carlos, who was now in a suit.

“We need separate bedrooms now. I can’t stand it anymore.”

Carlos cast a cold glance at her and asked casually, “Still want to argue? I guess I need to bang you

more so that you won’t have the energy.”

Debbie shook her head immediately and covered her face with the quilt.

“No, no, no. I’m not going to argue with you. Just go to work.”

When Carlos descended the stairs and entered the living room, Valerie was sitting on the couch,

watching TV. When she saw Carlos, she snorted and snapped, “It’s the middle of the day. What were

you thinking? Even the servants heard her cry. What are you, a sex fiend?”

Without slowing his pace, Carlos said, “Grandma, I know you already have a great-grandson, and you

may not want another. But I’m dying to be a father.”

*Great-grandson?

Of course I want another great-grandson, ‘ Valerie retorted inwardly.

She had a great-grandson-her eldest son Wade’s grandson, who was a junior middle school student.

The boy had a fight with his father

Frasier, and went to his maternal grandpa’s home to celebrate the New