Chapter 780

“I don’t mind. She’s been attending to me since she returned from England.” He was afraid that Debbie

might get bored. He remembered how she had resisted staying in the hospital Last time.

But that was not the only reason. He knew that she would be pissed if she found out about their plan

for that night. He was painfully aware that if he acted first and asked for forgiveness later, it would

anger her even more. But he was also certain that if he told her now, she wouldn’t allow him to run into

anything dangerous in his current condition. So after much consideration, he figured it would be best to

keep it a secret from Debbie for the moment.

Curtis stood up and tidied his clothes. He walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

“Debbie, come out. The doctors and nurses have left.”

Debbie was baffled. ‘The doctors and nurses have left, but you and

Damon are still there…’ she thought, as she blushed.

After hesitating for a while, she came out slowly. She had already taken a shower and had changed

into new clothes. Her face was as red as a tomato when she greeted Curtis, “Mr. Loftus…”

Curtis didn’t mind that she hadn’t changed her way of addressing him.

He knew that it would take time for her to accept him as her uncle. He led her to Carlos and pointed at

the unabashed man.

“See? Your husband sat there without a care in the world as the doctors were dealing with his wound.

So what are you embarrassed for, Debbie?”

Awkwardly moving towards him, Debbie glared at the smug man.

“Aren’t you ashamed at all?” she confronted him.

Carlos shook his head and replied in a casual tone, “You are my wife.

Why should I feel ashamed of having sex with my own wife?”

“Fine, forget it!” Debbie said, finding it hard to communicate with the brazen man.

Curtis grinned at the couple’s bantering. He looked at Debbie with a thin smile lingering on his lips.

“I’ll drive you home now. You can come and visit him tomorrow.”

“Why?” she asked in confusion

Curtis explained, “Carlos said that you’d been staying at the hospital to look after him. You must be

tired. He wants you to go home and get some good rest.”

Damon chipped in as he waved a fashion magazine at Debbie, “In order to save Carlos’ life, it’d be

better if you weren’t around. Go and do some shopping instead. Look, the Pet-Woman brand has

released some new products. I’ve seen you wear their clothes and shoes several times. You like this

brand, don’t you?”

“To save Carlos’ life?” Debbie asked, perplexed. ‘What does he mean? Is his Life in some sort of

danger now?!”

Damon cleared his throat dramatically and said, “You know, if these were the ancient times, you would

be the imperial concubine who was powerful enough to make the emperor leave his title and people

behind, just to stay with you. I can totally understand Carlos’ feeling. When he is with you, all he thinks

about is having sex with you and of all the different positions he should take while doing it again and

again

So…to stop him from bleeding out again, it’d be wise of you to avoid him for a while. Got it?”

Debbie’s lips twitched into a half smile.

“Damon, you flatter me. An imperial concubine? You probably meant to say that I was the enchantress

who had bewitched the great Carlos, right?”