True Love Waits

Chapter 102 A Poor Virgin

'Yeah, he's hooked!' Debbie was elated, but holding back a smile, she pretended to be angry. "Carlos

Huo, how dare you allow another girl to sit on your lap?"

Carlos' jaw dropped.

'What a cunning girl! I can't keep up with her varying tactics, ' he thought.

Debbie was about to stand when Carlos pulled her waist and said in a serious manner, "I can assure

you that I will not allow anyone else to sit on my lap. This place is owned by you and you only."

The seriousness in his eyes stunned her. How would you feel if a handsome and charming man

expressed his love for you? You would get excited, of course. Debbie was no exception. Words left her

as she was drowned in Carlos' eyes. She could not get herself to look away. After a long time, she

finally spoke. "Carlos Huo, I want to make love to you."

His eyes darkened at her words as he held her tighter. "You naughty girl!" She seduced him even when From NôvelDrama.Org.

she had her period.

When she realized that she had her flow, she sheepishly added, "I don't mean right now, I mean in a

week or so."

Carlos, struck with desire, took the cup of milk tea from her hand, placed it on a table, laid her on the

couch and pressed his body against her.

"Don't, Carlos! Please..."

He was about to kiss her on the lips when the door was opened from outside.

Debbie turned scarlet.

Carlos cast a burning glance at Curtis, who stood in stunned disbelief. "Mr. Lu, why are you back so

soon?" Carlos said, his voice was as cold as ice.

After saying that, he sat upright and helped Debbie up as if nothing had happened.

Leaning against the door frame, Curtis replied, "I got news that you were in my office so I came here to

meet you. I didn't expect you to be driven by lust so early in the day..." Carlos' glare immediately shut

him up.

Embarrassed, Debbie stood up from the couch, picked up her milk tea and apologized to Curtis

sincerely. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu. Please don't get us wrong. I was not feeling well and Carlos came here to

send me the milk tea. Er...I'd better go back to class now so you two can talk."

Curtis couldn't believe his ears. A busy CEO left work just to deliver a cup of milk tea for his wife? He

shook his head and asked, "Mr. Huo, since when were you so available?"

Carlos grabbed Debbie's hand and answered casually, "When my wife wants milk tea, I will give her

milk tea, even if I were abroad."

Despite being a gentleman, Curtis wanted to yell at him so badly and dismiss him from his office.

Staying in control of his emotions, he instead managed to respond, "Whatever makes you happy."

'I always took him for a serious man. As it turns out, he tends to be a show-off when he's in love, '

Curtis thought.

How Debbie wished she could cover Carlos' mouth with her hands. 'What a shameless man! He

doesn't feel awkward at all despite being caught red-handed. Instead, he is chatting with Mr. Lu as if

nothing happened, ' she thought.

Carlos stood up from the couch, held Debbie's waist and told her, "Let me walk you out."

Shaking her head, she said, "I'm good. Why don't you and Mr. Lu continue your conversation? I'll walk

myself out." After saying that, she immediately removed herself from the embarrassing scene with

cheeks burning red.

Sitting down in his armchair, Curtis curled his lips and commented, "Debbie usually acts like a tomboy.

Only a man like you can make her blush like that."

As far as he knew, Debbie had never acted this way in front of other men before.

Carlos rolled his eyes. "I gotta go. By the way, you have a nice couch. I may try it with my wife, next

time," he said.

Curtis raised an eyebrow. 'The nerve of this man, ' he thought. "You talk as if you know what you were

talking about. Carlos Huo, don't think I don't know you are a 28-year-old virgin. You've been married for

more than three years, but you haven't slept with your wife once," he remarked dismissively.

Carlos' face soured at his words. "Just shut your fucking mouth!"

Ignoring his good friend's reaction, Curtis continued, "Well, unlike you, I actually have experience in this

field. Based on my assessment, it's easy to tell that there is something wrong between you and Debbie.

I guess that you have not slept with her yet, and it looks like I got that right."

Carlos' grim reaction made him feel satisfied.

'Good for you, Debbie! Despite Carlos' shrewd ways, he still hasn't managed to put you under his spell,

' he thought. This made Curtis burst into laughter.

In his frustration, Carlos kicked Curtis' desk and stormed out wordlessly.

Sitting in the back seat of his car, Carlos swore to himself once again, 'If I failed to make love with

Debbie after her period, then I wouldn't deserve to be called a man!

I must make her mine both mentally and physically!'

He thought about her sitting on his lap. She was so shy and cute. Replaying the scene in his mind

made him feel a little better.

At East City Villa

Carlos pulled the passenger door open and carried Debbie out. She grabbed his shirt and mumbled,

"Carlos, I can walk—"

"Don't be so stubborn. You're not feeling well," Carlos cut her off. He kicked the door to close it.

"I'm okay, really! Please put me down," she said.

Despite her struggle, Carlo managed to bring her to the villa gates. "Open the gate," he told her.

Debbie reached out her finger to unlock the fingerprint lock.

The villa went ablaze with lights. A dozen people were busy in the living room but immediately stopped

what they were doing when they spotted their boss at the gates. "Mr. Huo," they greeted.

Only the servants in the villa also greeted Debbie, "Mrs. Huo."

The others were stunned upon hearing their companions' greeting and immediately looked to see the

girl in Carlos' arms. 'When did Mr. Huo get married? How come this news did not reach us?' they

thought.

"Mrs. Huo," they followed, anyway.

Debbie nodded, feeling a bit awkward. After noticing what they were doing, she turned to Carlos and

asked in confusion, "Carlos, what—"

He put her down, grabbed her hand and led her to a rack where several pieces of clothing were

hanging. "Sorry, I forgot to ask them to send your winter clothes here. Check these ones out. Do you

like them?" he asked.

It completely escaped him that Debbie needed clothes. Usually, his assistant, Zelda, took care of

matters like these. It was not until he saw her blood-stained pants that he realized what he overlooked.

He swore to himself that he would pay more attention to his wife in the future.

'There are so many racks with at least dozens of pieces of clothing. Are all of these for me?' Debbie

wondered in awe.

"You bought me so many autumn clothes last time. I haven't even gotten to wear some of them. I don't

need new clothes; it's a waste of money and resources," she said. She felt as if she were in a boutique.

Carlos didn't respond. While Debbie was skimming through her options, he started pointing at pieces

and ordering, "This, this, this... Put them into my wife's wardrobe."

"No, wait! I haven't tried them on yet!" Debbie exclaimed, grabbing one of the pieces. "I don't have a

perfect figure so I need to try them on first to make sure they look good on me."

Carlos grabbed her hand to lead her to the second floor. "You won't be able to try all of them on in

hours. That's too much trouble." Then, he turned to one of the servants and ordered, "Put all of them in

Debbie's wardrobe."

"How will I know whether they fit if I don't try them on? It's too wasteful," she protested.

"I won't get back to it next time," Carlos replied.

"What?" Debbie asked, confused.