With a serious expression on his face, Carlos said, "I don't care what other people think of me. I won't stand anyone crossing you. Not even a 5-year-old boy. That's my word."
Messing with his wife meant messing with Carlos himself, and he would not let anyone get away with that so easily.
It really touched Debbie, to have Carlos taking her side against Megan this time. That was quite out of the blue. Feigning anger, she pouted her lips and said, "If you refuse to let it go, it will make me so anxious I might even cry. Would you kick yourself for making me cry?"
Mulling over her words, Carlos lowered his head and saw the hint of emotion in her eyes. A frown marred his face. But he misunderstood her mood. Actually she was teary-eyed because she was touched by how protective he was of her. Sighing in defeat, Carlos didn't get her drift. "Okay, okay. I'll let you have your way, dear. Some concessions can't be avoided between lovebirds," he said with a thoughtful look. Then lowering his head closer to her ear, he whispered, "Don't put on that sulking face, sweet pie, or I'll be tempted to carry you to our room for a full body massage."
Before Debbie could react, Tabitha interrupted them with profound resignation. "Son, I didn't travel all the way to see you show off. Give me time with my daughter-in-law too."
Blushing, Debbie pushed Carlos away immediately and turned to Tabitha's support. "Mom is right. Carlos, stop being so possessive. You should let me enjoy her company for the little time she's here."
Then she walked towards Tabitha calmly.
When she approached Tabitha, she held her arm, and pretending that nothing had happened, asked in a sweet voice, "Mom, what were you discussing with Julie?"
No one knew how much courage it took for Debbie to hold Tabitha's arm and call her "Mom".
While still holding hands, Tabitha showed Debbie Julie's notebook filled with recipes. "We were discussing what we're going to eat this evening. But I think it would be wise if we let you choose. Tell me what your favorite meal is or anything special that you'd want for the night. I'll gladly prepare it for you," Tabitha offered.
It humbled Debbie to have a mother-in-law who, despite all her money and position, was so affectionate to prepare a meal for her. historical
Sensing the surprised look on Debbie's face, Tabitha asked, "Well, you don't believe I can cook, do you?"
Debbie nodded with embarrassment. "You got me. I must be the dumbest person here. I don't know how to cook..."
The only time Debbie attempted to cook a meal for Carlos, it was a disaster.
'When dad asked me to learn how to cook, I should've listened to him. Now I so wish I could cook for Carlos...' she rued.
"For now," began Tabitha, patting her hand, "all you need to do is study hard. As for cooking, you don't need to do a thing while you have Julie around. She's a terrific cook. Even if you could cook, Carlos wouldn't be willing to let you cook for him."
There was no need for any woman in the Huo family to learn cooking, unless she took it up as a hobby. They could learn it if they were really fond of cooking, but if it wasn't something they were passionate about, it wasn't a necessary skill. After all, they would never lack servants.
Carlos chimed in, "No one knows a son better than his mother."
To which Debbie made a phony reproachful glance. Tabitha and Julie couldn't help but chuckle.
By now, everyone had forgotten about the little drama they'd had with Jake.
However, the family's happy moment together was interrupted to Debbie, when the gate to the villa opened again and Megan walked in. The smile on Debbie's face vanished. Tabitha waved at Megan and asked, "Has everything been dealt with?"
Megan came over to Tabitha and with a guilty look said, "Yes, everything is okay. Uncle Carlos, Aunt Debbie, I'm really sorry for what has happened. I promise that such a thing won't happen again."
Nodding to her promise, Carlos suggested, "Mom will cook this evening. Why not stay and have dinner with us?"
His dinner invitation suggested that he had forgiven Megan.
Megan turned to look at Tabitha with an intimidated expression as if asking for her permission. "Please stay here for dinner," Tabitha said with a smile. Whenever Tabitha had come here to visit her son in the past, Megan would have dinner with them. It was normal for the mother and son to ask her to stay.
"Yeah. Thank you, Uncle Carlos. It's been a whole while since I last ate Tabitha's delicious food." Thrilled, Megan jumped to her feet, held Tabitha's arm and took over Julie's notebook.
Feeling frustrated, Debbie bit her lower lip. To be honest, she could feel Tabitha liked Megan very much and treated her like her own daughter.
"I'm going to cook fried crab with pepper, seaweed soup..." Tabitha began to tell them the dishes she was going to cook. Then she turned to Debbie and asked, "I heard from Julie what your favorite food is. So I've considered your liking too. But just in case, kindly let me know what else you guys would want to add to the menu?"
Debbie shook her heard immediately.
"No, thanks, Mom. Of course, what you've selected will be just perfect for me. Maybe, if someone else would want something extra."
"Okay," Tabitha nodded.
Then Carlos went to the study to work, Tabitha went to her room to take a rest, and Megan followed after Tabitha, claiming that she wanted to have small talk with her. Left with nothing to do, Debbie chose to go to her bedroom.
In order to kill the time, she began to clean the dressing table. Suddenly, she received Kasie's message on WeChat. "Tomboy, how was your meeting with your mother-in-law? What is she like?" it read.
Debbie replied without hesitation, "Carlos' mom is an awesome person. Pretty and graceful, and really nice to me. To be honest, I've liked her, right from the word go."
"Sure! I've also done a background check on her. Seems like you have an amazing mother-in-law. Despite her noble birth and the fact that she's highly educated and rolling in money, she's also a welcoming person. In fact, very good with people, from the little information I've gathered. I hope you two will make good friends. Tomboy, I'm so happy for you."
Smiling from ear to ear, Debbie simply typed back, "I feel so lucky."
Then she went downstairs, where she found Tabitha cooking in the kitchen. She wanted to help, but Tabitha drove her out of the kitchen. Feeling bored, she decided to go to the study to keep Carlos company.
Just as she reached the door of the study, she heard cheerful laughter coming from within the room. She wondered when Megan had sneaked into the study. The door was left unlocked, and Debbie could hear them talk through the small opening.
Megan stopped laughing and pettishly said, "Uncle Carlos, you were so bad to me! You stood me up last time and made everyone laugh at me. And even when I tried to reach you on the phone several times, your phone was switched off. I didn't take it kindly!"
Just when Debbie was about to push the door open, she heard Megan mention the night on which she and Carlos had their first time. She curled her lips. The next day after the night, Colleen had alerted Debbie to how mad Megan was.
Carlos' low voice came to Debbie's ears. "Your aunt Debbie and I had something urgent to do that evening. But tell me who had the guts to make fun of you and I'll teach them a lesson."
"You don't need to do that, Uncle Carlos. Just promise me that you'll never repeat whatever you did to me. I'm not an unreasonable girl."
"I..."
Carlos had just begun to say something when Debbie stealthily pushed the door open without anyone noticing her entering the room. She saw Megan walking past Carlos' desk and leaning over to get close as if for a kiss.
"Honey, have you finished your work?" Debbie's voice froze Megan in her tracks.
Megan stood straight and stared at Debbie. Fury could be seen in her eyes.
Carlos closed the folder on the desk and answered, "Yes, I'm through. Come over here, Honey."
Left with no other option, Megan left where she was standing, cutting a gloomy look.
Clasping Debbie's hand, Carlos offered, "It's not dinner time yet. Why not fetch your English book and study with me for a few minutes?"
Debbie's face soured at his words. "Seriously? It's Saturday and I'm not in the mood for classes at all."