True Love Waits novel Chapter 399

"No, don't bother." Carlos threw the used tissue into the trash can and asked flatly, "Anything else?"

"No..." Debbie shook her head.

He stood up and straightened his tie before striding out of the booth.

As soon as he left, Debbie listlessly sat back in her seat. 'That man is really ruthless when he doesn't love you anymore.'

Nonetheless, Debbie still persistently cooked for him every day. But like she said, she asked Frankie to hand it over to Carlos instead of waiting for him at the cafe.

This went on for a couple of days on end.

On the sixteenth day, Debbie went to a nearby shopping mall and bought him a gift. She bought two mugs. After returning home, she kept one of them in her apartment and packed the other one in the gift bag. Along with the lunch box, she headed to the company.

It was raining when she arrived at ZL Group.

She stood outside, waiting for Frankie to come down as usual. However, Frankie seemed to be busy that day, so after waiting for a few minutes, Debbie had no choice but to deliver it to Carlos' office by herself. She was afraid that the food would become cold. After putting on her mask and sunglasses, she walked into the building with an umbrella in one hand and the gift bag and lunch in the other.

She called Frankie. With his assistance, she arrived smoothly on the floor where the CEO's office was located.

It had been three years since Debbie had come to this floor. When she walked past the work area, she saw all those unfamiliar faces. That was the place where Emmett, Tristan and the other assistants used to work at.

Same place, different people.

Hearing the sound of Debbie's high heels, an assistant came to greet him with a polite smile, "Hi, are you Miss Nian?"

"Yes, I'm here for Mr. Huo."

"Please follow me." The assistant ushered Debbie to the CEO's office and knocked on the door.

After getting the go signal from inside, the assistant pushed open the door and reported, "Mr. Huo, Miss Nian is here."

As soon as Debbie set foot into his office, she saw Stephanie.

Carlos was sitting in his chair while Stephanie was standing right next to him, holding a document in her hand. They seemed to be discussing work.

Debbie wanted to spin around and run away from there.

She didn't know how much courage she needed to muster before walking in. She was afraid that she might break down and humiliate herself.

Carlos raised his head to take a quick glance at Debbie, who was standing at the door. He didn't say anything.

It was Stephanie who spoke first. She told the assistant, "Please welcome Miss Nian in." She sounded like the hostess of the place. Debbie was crushed.

Taking a deep breath, she managed to encourage herself to go inside, carrying the lunch box and the gift bag. Upon seeing the lunch box in Debbie's hand, Stephanie turned to Carlos and asked, "Oh, so were the lunches we ate together for the past few days cooked by Miss Nian?"

Debbie's face went pale when she heard her question. 'Together? Has she been eating the lunch I cooked for Carlos?'

Carlos frowned slightly. He simply told Debbie, "Put it down there, please." He didn't respond to Stephanie's question.

Debbie clutched the lunch box tightly and asked, "Did she eat the lunches too?"

Stephanie smiled and answered for him, "Miss Nian, isn't it just normal for me to share lunch with my fiance? You came at the right time. Carlos already had lunch with a client outside, but I haven't eaten anything yet. Please bring it here."

She walked to the table near the sofa and sat down, waiting for Debbie to bring her the lunch box.

Debbie sneered and took off her sunglasses. She walked over to Carlos and confronted him, "Are you happy? Is this fun for you?"

Carlos glared into her angry eyes. "I told you, you don't need to cook for me."

She smiled ironically. "Is that your excuse for wasting my efforts?"

He pressed his lips tightly together and looked intently at her.

Stephanie's cheerful voice came from behind Debbie. "How was it a waste of your efforts? Miss Nian, I ate all of it. I didn't waste a morsel of food you cooked. And honestly, I'm impressed by your cooking skills. But it's a little too light-flavored for me. Next time, please cook me some lamb chop or beefsteak."