"How about this? Pick a boy's name and a girl's name."

"ALL right."

They didn't stop talking about it until midnight, but they still hadn't decided on anything. Carlos pulled her into his arms and said, “You should go to bed. You're pregnant! We can pick this up tomorrow."

“Okay, okay. Um... Yeah, I'm kinda tired."

Within thirty seconds, Debbie dozed off. Carlos smiled when he looked at her sleeping face, and quietly turned off the Light.

Even since he found out his wife was pregnant, Carlos was always on high alert. Whenever he was free, he'd be by her side. He didn't want anything bad to happen to her or their kid.

Debbie originally had two bodyguards. But now Carlos hired four more.

He even forbade her from returning to England, and hired teachers to make house calls, paying a high price for homeschooling.

He hired more chefs for her, so she could eat whatever she wanted, no matter if it was Sichuan, Cantonese, Japanese, or French cuisine.

Anything she wanted, he'd spare no expense.

He had many fashion designers work on maternity dresses for Debbie, and asked them to have sample clothes ready in fifteen days.

Other than eating and sleeping, Debbie only had to attend classes and do yoga. She was so bored, and she worried she'd get fat.

She had mentioned this to Carlos, but to no avail. He'd brush her off, telling her the baby in her belly would absorb nutrients and she did yoga every day. Gain weight? Hardly.

As days went by, Curtis and Colleen's wedding finally came.

Colleen had originally wanted Debbie to be one of her bridesmaids, but

Carlos turned her down saying that she was pregnant and that she couldn't stand for a long time.

Debbie felt both helpless and happy. Helpless because he was overreacting, and happy because he cared for her so much. She had lived like a princess before pregnancy; now she Lived Like a queen and Carlos was her slave. He would do as she said no matter what, as long as she was healthy.

Curtis and Colleen's wedding was held at a six-star hotel. Everyone knew there was no such rating, but with ultra-posh decor and a concierge in every room, five stars did it no justice. Not only that, but it came with no small price tag. In a pink evening dress, Debbie was on Carlos' arm, slowly walking through the entrance of the hotel.

Though they were pretty private people, their appearance still made a stir. After all, Carlos was a celebrity and so eye-catching.

They walked slowly inside the grand hall. ALL of a sudden, a familiar face came into view, and Debbie's heart skipped a beat.

She had been mentally prepared for some time, but she still felt extremely nervous when she saw the person.

Sensing something was off, Carlos looked in that direction and saw a woman with sunglasses-it was none other than Ramona.

He held Debbie's hand tighter and stepped to the side to block her view.

Many guests came to greet Carlos and Debbie. Carlos nodded at them and held the chair out for his wife. Debbie's seat was next to Adriana's.

Carlos himself sat beside Wesley.