Chapter 606

“Take care of Megan for me, okay? I need to deal with my wife. You know, she’s tough.”

“You don’t want my baby, so you simply took the birth control pills.

You think that will do? Certainly not! You’ll have my baby if I want you to!

I won’t let you go that easily.

You don’t like Megan. Fine! I get that. I can ask Wesley, Damon and

Curtis to take care of her, ‘ Carlos mused.

Upon hearing that, Wesley furrowed his eyebrows.

“Did you fight because of Megan?” he asked.

“No, that’s not it. She doesn’t want to have my baby,” answered

Carlos. ‘And she hasn’t completely cut off relations with her ex.’ But that was too embarrassing for

Carlos to admit in front of his buddies.

The rest of them were rendered speechless.

Curtis walked towards the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine. He poured everyone a glass

of wine and asked casually, “Debbie is still a student. It’s not a big deal if she doesn’t want a kid now.

Why fight about it?”

Damon nodded and patted Carlos’ shoulder.

“Does it bug you that I’m going to be a dad first?”

Carlos cast a murderous glance at him and said coldly, “Fuck off!”

Delicately holding two glasses of wine, Curtis walked towards his buddies.

“I’ve managed to bring only one extra glass,” he said while taking a sip from the glass in his right hand.

Then he placed the second glass on the desk before them and added, “Whoever grabs this first will

have it. The rest of you can fetch your own.”

They all took it as a joke. Since when did they have to compete for a glass of wine?

But even before he loosened his grip, Damon grabbed the glass, went to the couch and said casually,

“Well, seems I’m the Lucky one.” Then in the same casual manner, he sat next to Megan and offered

her the glass.

“Little angel, you can have this,” he said with a sideways glance at

Curtis.

“Hey, are you trying to impress her with the wine that I’ve just brought for you? Shame on you!” Curtis

reprimanded.

“Thank you, Uncle Damon, but I don’t feel like drinking.” Megan declined his offer politely. She sat with

her fingers interlocked under her chin, seeming very preoccupied.

“You were fine just a moment ago. What happened?” Damon asked curiously.

Casting a pitiful glance at Carlos, who was still smoking, Megan complained, “Aunt Debbie doesn’t

seem to like me. She even had a fight with Uncle Carlos over me. I feel so sad…”