Chapter 90

Chapter: 91

Moreover, when her father was still alive, Carlos had helped him with important matters as well.

While, she, on the other hand, had done nothing but provoke him, despite the fact that he was her

husband. Instead of requiting his concerns, she had been trying to divorce him. It wouldn’t surprise her

if Carlos was disappointed in her.

Looking at the busy workers, she decided not to follow through with her escape plans.

At 10 p.m., when Carlos got back to the villa from work, he didn’t stop to rest or go to bed. Instead, he

went to his study and continued working from there.

While he was meticulously going over some data, he heard a knock on the door. ‘At this late hour, it

must be her. What does she want?’ he wondered.

“Come in.” With his permission, Debbie walked in cautiously with a glass of milk on a tray.

Ashamed to look Carlos in the eye, Debbie kept her head low even after she had placed the glass of

milk on the desk.

“About what happened earlier… I’m sorry. I figured milk would help you sleep better. Good night,” said

Debbie, her head still lowered, before she hurried out of the study.

‘Sorry?’ Carlos kept a skeptical attitude, shifting his eyes from the door to the milk. ‘Is this another one

of her tricks?”

From that day on, Debbie brought a glass of milk to the study three nights in a row.

On the fourth night, Carlos said to her, “I’ll take you to school tomorrow.” Debbie was pleasantly

surprised, and her eyes Lit up with joy. Carlos let out a tiny smile from the corners of his mouth, when

he saw how happy she was.

The next morning, as soon as the black Limo came to a halt at the roadside, Debbie threw herself out

of the car like a gust of wind and dashed towards the gate of the university.

While sitting in the car, Carlos watched her disappear into the horizon with a smile on his face.

“She… is still very cute.”

In the multimedia English class, the students were chattering in groups. When Debbie came in, a few of

her classmates crowded around her and bombarded her with questions.

“Debbie, we haven’t seen you for days. Where have you been? How come you didn’t come to school?

Did something happen? We were worried about you. Sitting at her desk,

Debbie watched her friends with one hand propped against her chin.

“Guys. Relax. I told you on WeChat. I was busy.”

Jared, who was sitting opposite her, scrutinized her for a while and then asked, “Dixon said a very

powerful man went to the dean’s office the other day. Confess. Who was he?”

Debbie rolled her eyes at his nosiness and glanced at Dixon who was too scared to speak.

“A god-like man. Guess who it was.”

Her words attracted the contempt of some students because it wouldn’t take much time to figure out

who it was, since there were only three god-Like men in Alorith. Carlos and his two friends: Curtis and

Wesley

Leonard.

There was no way it could have been Carlos. Debbie’s friends knew full well that she didn’t see eye to

eye with Carlos. It was a wonder how they hadn’t killed each other yet.

Curtis didn’t fit Dixon’s description.