Chapter 757

Megan’s face.

“Debbie!” Carlos shifted his eyes from Megan to his angry wife. The sharpness in his eyes were gone.

There was a tender yearning in them.

Only they knew how much they had missed each other, how many times they had imagined their

reunion. But it was never like this; nothing like this.

“Yes, Carlos, what can I do for you?” Debbie looked at him, her eyes full of sarcasm.

Carlos waved to her.

“Come here.”

Debbie grabbed her Luggage and made her way to the door instead.

“Debbie!” Carlos snarled.

She didn’t turn around. She shut her eyes, trying to remember how much she had missed Carlos in

England. He had been the first thing in her mind when she woke up and the Last thing in her thoughts

as she fell asleep. Every song she had listened to reminded her of him. She had missed his scent. Just

hearing his voice through the phone used to give her butterflies, and she used to smile every time she

saw his name on her phone.

She was absolutely sure that Carlos loved her. And she loved the man.

Only love could make her miss him that much. It couldn’t have been clearer after they had spent so

many days apart from each other. She wanted to hold him tight and never let go.

She stood still at the door and half a minute later, she turned around, tossed her suitcase aside, and

ran towards Carlos. He was quick enough to spread his right arm to catch her. He put his arm around

her waist, and Debbie locked her hands around his neck as she placed her lips on his.

This felt right. This was what their reunion should be like.

Standing there, Megan opened her mouth to remind Debbie of Carlos’ wound. However, the couple

were kissing passionately. Embarrassed, she left the ward.

After what felt like an eternity in his arms, Carlos lay her on the bed and quickly got on top of Debbie,

his hand sliding all over her.

Realizing what he was up to, she grabbed his hand and reminded him,

“You… you’re injured.” Her cheeks were red.

Carlos’ eyes were dark from containing his desire for so long.

“I don’t care,” he said in a husky voice.

“I do,” Debbie said, pushing him away. She got off the bed and straightened her clothes. She looked at

him with fake anger and said,

“You were being mean to me a moment ago, and now you want to sleep with me? You wish.”

“Come back here.” He hadn’t seen his wife in more than a month. After the long kiss, he was sweaty

and stiff all over.

To his surprise, Debbie pushed the nurse-call button and asked for the doctor-in-charge.

In under a minute, a group of doctors walked into the ward.

“Carlos, how are you feeling? Is everything all right?”