True Love Waits novel Chapter 403

Debbie changed her pajamas before accepting the video call. "Hey, Uncle Curtis," she greeted him. Sitting just behind Curtis was a familiar figure and a closer look revealed that it was none other than Carlos.

Judging by the way his eyes were narrowed, she wasn't sure whether he was staring right at her or sleeping.

Debbie started to feel a little nervous as she wasn't expecting to see Carlos. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she said, "Uncle Curtis, what's going on?"

Curtis giggled and adjust his phone so that Debbie could only see him. "Carlos has been drinking all night. Damon's already passed out. Neither of Wesley and Niles is a heavy drinker. I guess I will be the next to get wasted. Debbie, you have to help me."

Both Niles and Debbie were rendered speechless.

'Wait. Carlos has been drinking?' Debbie furrowed her brows and said anxiously, "Carlos is still on his medication. He really shouldn't be drinking at all."

"I know! But he has already drunk four and a half bottles of liquor. And, guess what? He has already smoked three packets of cigarettes. Any sensible human being would think that he's probably trying to kill himself."

'What? Is Uncle Curtis joking or something? What will I do if Carlos dies? And Piggy?'

Debbie couldn't accept the thought of losing Carlos again and she raised her voice saying, "Uncle Curtis, could you please give your phone to Carlos?" She didn't know whether Carlos would speak to her, but she had to give it a shot.

Curtis waved his phone before Carlos and said, "Debbie's on the line. She wants to talk to you."

Carlos cast a cold glance at Curtis to dismiss him at once. He knew Curtis was using Debbie to stop him from drinking. "No!" He turned Curtis down without hesitation.

Upon hearing that, Debbie felt both hurt and embarrassed. "Uncle Curtis, I have to get back to work now. You should just call Stephanie."

Before Curtis even had the chance to say something, Debbie ended the video call, without saying goodbye.

Almost immediately, an awkward silence permeated the private booth. None of them knew what to say or do.

After a while, Curtis stood up, walked to the wine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of wine. "This bottle of wine looks nice. Niles, get us some glasses."

Niles was the youngest of them and by default ended up getting bossed around by the others. Sighing in defeat, Niles stood up to press the button to call in a waiter.

However, Carlos stood up and stopped him. He kicked Damon, who was blocking his way, and told the others, "I have to go. You guys have fun."

Niles widened his eyes in concern. "You sure?" He didn't understand why Carlos suddenly changed his mind.

Curtis chuckled and put the bottle back into the wine cabinet. "Carlos is leaving, and I don't feel like drinking. Niles, what about you?"

Niles stuttered, "I... I don't feel like drinking either. Let's go."

He felt like he was the dumbest among them and Curtis was the most cunning one. He sighed helplessly, eager to leave.

Wesley called for help. "Send two men over to bring Damon home safely."

After that, they walked out of the private booth together.

For a man who had drunk way over his limit, Carlos walked steadily ahead of them. But his friends knew how drunk he really was. Despite his drunken stupor, he maintained his stoic and imperious disposition.

Just when they stepped out of the club, Stephanie got out of her car not too far away from them.