Web Fic
Chapter 148
Chapter: 149
As the light changed, Debbie had to restart the engine. While focusing on the road, she asked, “What do you prefer to eat?” After all, he was the boss.
“Eat whatever you want,” he said indifferently.
Undecided on where to go, Debbie ran a few names of familiar places through her mind. At last, a restaurant popped up.
She drove to the destination and pulled over.
When they got out of the car, Carlos’ face soured at the sight of the restaurant.
Debbie gave him a big grin, and pointing to the restaurant said, “I suddenly want to eat durian pizza. That’s why I drove here. I know the restaurant might be a little too cheap for your fancy, but it’s much better than street food, right? Come on. Just give it a try.”
It was a national chain restaurant and the food was pretty good. The chain operated stores in most of the leading shopping malls. To Debbie, it was a nice restaurant. To Carlos, however, it was one of those low-end places he associated with needless penny-pinching.
After a moment’s thought, he acceded, albeit begrudgingly, and walked towards the entrance of the restaurant.
Debbie immediately followed after him.
It was 8 p.m., but the place was still bustling with customers. Debbie and Carlos sat at a table near the window. Among the patrons, a few heads turned to greet the arrival of the beautiful couple.
A waitress came to them, and when she noticed Carlos, her eyes widened.
Debbie shook her head with resignation and looked at the menu. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
“A large-sized durian pizza, a durian multi-layer cake, paella and Spanish mackerel dumplings. I’m done. What would you like to eat?”
She put the menu in front of Carlos, but he didn’t give it even the mere dignity of a cursory glance.
“I already ate,” he said, the disinterest in his voice showing.
“What?” asked a bemused Debbie. Why did he have to come along if he thought it was low-grade? Whatever the case, he could as well walk out, because she was not holding a gun to his head.
‘Is it possible that he just wanted to accompany me?’ Her heart raced at the very thought.
But she had to calm down, because she needed to talk to Carlos about the ownership of that club. So after the waitress had left, she tapped the table to attract his attention.
“Um, actually, I’m not that kind of good girl..
Before she could finish her sentence, he cut in, “I knew it.” To which
Debbie blushed. She wanted to say something, but her jaw went slack.
Carlos then added, “You’ll be just fine. It’s only a matter of time.”
He swore to himself that he would turn her into the perfect girl.
‘Wait, what are we talking about? I wasn’t going to discuss with him whether I’m a good girl or not.‘ She shook the weird feeling off, leaned toward him and said in a serious tone, “Are you sure you want to
transfer the club to me? I believe it will go bankrupt within half a year. Oh no! Within three months!”
Leaning forward as well, Carlos said in a low, attractive voice, “Rest assured. You need to do nothing but count the money. There will be a professional team to run the club.”