True Love Waits novel Chapter 263

Carlos burst into laughter and shook his head. Putting a boiled shrimp into Debbie's mouth, he said, "There's no need to be dignified in front of Curtis." He and Curtis had been friends for nearly twenty years. But he had never expected that Curtis would someday become his uncle-in-law. Debbie felt stumped when Carlos put the keys inside her bag.

She hesitated for a moment and then decided not to worry about it anymore.

The two men talked business while she ate. When the meal was finished, Debbie touched her stuffed belly, which was the size of a football. "I shouldn't have eaten so much. It's almost bed time. I haven't run or done any yoga recently. If I keep going on like this, I'll become fat soon."

Carlos rubbed her soft belly and said, "Don't worry about that. You might have skipped running and yoga, but you've been engaging in other forms of exercises. With my help, you will stay fit.

" Debbie was confused.

She looked at him and then at Curtis. The grin on Curtis' face had her realize what Carlos had meant. Embarrassed, she pinched her husband's arm without letting Curtis see. "Shut up," she snapped quietly.

"Fine," he responded. And he kept his mouth shut for the rest of the meal.

It started drizzling as they walked out of the restaurant, drowning Debbie's hopes of taking a walk after the big meal.

Carlos took her back home after saying goodbye to Curtis.

When they entered their bedroom, he asked while holding her in his arms, "Are you still feeling too full?"

She shook her head immediately, afraid to admit that she was. She knew how Carlos was in the bedroom. "I'm going to take a bath. You can go and get some work done in the study if you are bored."

"Want me to join you in the bath?"

"No, no. I reek of hot pot. You won't like the stench." With that, she ran into the bathroom. Lying against the headboard, Carlos smiled at her receding back.

The next morning, Debbie woke up after Carlos had left for work. She freshened up quickly and started packing.

At the airport

Debbie got out of the car and her driver handed her the luggage. "Thank you, Matan," she said.

"When you get there, you will be on your own. Please take care of yourself. Call Mr. Huo if you need anything," he reminded her.

"Got it. Thank you. You take care too."

"Bye, Mrs. Huo."

"Bye, Matan."

Debbie turned around and walked towards the departure lounge.

But before she could reach the lounge, someone shouted, "Isn't that Mrs. Huo?"

"Looks like her. Let me check the picture on my phone. Yes, it's her! Hurry!" a second voice urged.

"Mrs. Huo! Mrs. Huo! Debbie Nian!"

More and more shouts rose behind her. She turned around to find a dozen men carrying cameras running towards her.

'Reporters!' she screamed in her head.

Memories from last time when she had been besieged by reporters came flooding back to her. She certainly didn't want to relive that experience. Besides, missing her flight was the last thing she wanted. Pulling her luggage with her, she started zigzagging through the crowd.

"Mrs. Huo, please wait! Mrs. Huo..." the reporters cried as they chased her.

As a one-time half marathon bronze medalist, and as the best runner in her university, Debbie was not that easy to catch up with.

She ran, she hid, and she finally got onto the escalator quietly. The heavy luggage was holding her back. She could have easily ditched the reporters who were following her.

However, with her eight-decimeter-long suitcase, it took her ten minutes to get rid of all of the enthusiastic media people.