Chapter 990

Three minutes later, the two women both stood behind the door, trembling from fright. Through the cat’s

eye, Blair could see Wesley ringing the doorbell again and again.

Suddenly, the ringing stopped. Then the two women heard two men talking.

Debbie knew that it was Carlos.

She opened the door swiftly. True enough, there stood Wesley and

Carlos.

The door was only slightly open, just enough space for one to peek out.

“Oh, Wesley, there you are. What brings you here? Are you here for me?”

“Blair, come out, now!” Wesley demanded loudly, as if he were talking to a clumsy assistant.

Debbie rolled her eyes at him. ‘Am I invisible? Can he not see that I’m here?”

Blair Listened carefully as she hid behind the door trying to figure out what was going on. Then she

discreetly snuck into Debbie’s bedroom.

Wesley impatiently pushed the door open and stormed in. In the tiny, quaint living room stood only

Debbie and Harley. It smelled of a freshly cooked meal.

“Wesley, I’m having dinner. Would you like to join me?” Debbie asked him.

Wesley fixed his eyes on the closed door of her bedroom. Debbie began to feel nervous so she hastily

said, “Wesley, why are you looking at my bedroom? I’m single, you know. I might get the wrong idea if

you keep looking at my room Like that.”

Carlos, who remained in the doorway, frowned at this.

Wesley ignored her and stalked towards her bedroom. Debbie pulled

Carlos inside and urged, “Hurry, you’re on the clock! I’ll love you even more if you can handle Wesley.

He’s about to trespass your woman’s bedroom. Are you okay with that?”

Wesley already had a hand on the doorknob and was just about to push the door open, when Carlos

called, “Wesley.”

Wesley Looked back at him, bewildered.

“It’s not polite to walk into a woman’s bedroom without her permission.

I guess there isn’t a bathroom in Debbie’s room. Blair will come out eventually. Why don’t you just wait

and eat for now?”

This wasn’t the kind of help Debbie had been expecting. ‘Did he come here to help me or Wesley?’ she

wondered to herself.

After shooting Debbie an icy cold look, Wesley went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then

walked into the dining room.

Debbie’s jaw dropped. ‘He sure has no problem making himself comfortable now.’

What surprised her even more was that Carlos did the same thing. He sat opposite Wesley.

“Ladle the soup,” he said to her.