Debbie pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose and caught up with him.

“I know you are a clean freak, so I specially asked the shopkeeper to give me two spoons. Here, take this new spoon. I'm not lying, this ice cream is really good. One bite, one kiss. Deal?"

She scooped the ice cream with the new spoon and placed it near his lips, winking mischievously at him.

Carlos cast her a cold glance.

"One bite, one kiss?" he scoffed.

“Goodbye, help yourself."

“Okay, fine! No kiss. Come on, just one spoon... Please’ Debbie patiently coaxed him the same way she talked Piggy into eating her food.

All Carlos wanted to do was turn around and leave. But as he sensed the expectation in her eyes through her sunglasses, his heart somehow softened again. It was so weird for him that he had absolutely no control over this woman in front of him.

He slowly opened his mouth, and Debbie put the spoon of ice cream into his mouth gently this time.

Indeed, the ice cream tasted much better than the octopus ball. At least, it was easier for him to swallow it down. Before he knew it, the ice cream had melted in his mouth.

Debbie figured that it was enough for tonight. She couldn't push him too hard, lest he decided to turn his back on her again. She was content after successfully making him eat the street food.

As they left the night market, Debbie wrapped her arm around his and suggested, “Carlos, let's go for dinner."

‘For dinner?’ His eyes opened wide in shock. She had already hogged on at least seven different types of snacks. Were they not enough for her?

As far as he knew, women tended to eat like birds. He had seen them peck on their foods, trying to watch their diets. But this woman was different. She had the biggest appetite, even he couldn't eat so much.

Eventually they went to a fine restaurant, and Debbie proved to him just how big her appetite was. Although she had already eaten so much food from the night market, she was still able to eat as much as Carlos had at the restaurant. He was very impressed. A shadow of a smile had appeared on his face as he watched her gulp down her favorite foods.

After the meal, he had planned to drive her back home. But Debbie groaned, touching her full round belly. She demanded a walk with him.

As they slowly walked around the lake, Debbie talked fervently as usual, while he listened silently.

She talked a Lot about their old days together. From time to time, she would confess her love for him and tell him how much she missed him.

Each time she looked at him, the deep affection in her eyes touched his heart, Like a leaf falling into a silent river, gently causing ripples on its surface.

When they finally got into Carlos' Maybach, it was already past ten.

Debbie gave him an address that was near her house and then leaned back in her seat to take a nap.

When they reached the address, Carlos glanced sideways at the sleeping woman without waking her up.

He turned off the engine, rolled down his window and lit a cigarette.

Unwittingly, his gaze kept going back to her face. After a few minutes he pulled out his phone from his pocket and texted Damon.

“Do I love