Carlos seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated for a long time. Finally, he asked, “So what’re you going to do?”
I set down the glass of wine and said resolutely, “I have to win her back! Do you have any ideas?”
“Well… It won’t be a walk in the park…” Carlos looked at me grimly. “True. I hurt her deeply. It’ll be a miracle if she can forgive me.” We both Lowered our heads and fell into deep thought.
Debra’s POV: After I left the hotel, I went back to my apartment and played the recording to Harlan.
Harlan pursed his lips when the recording ended. “Janiya’s words just confirmed Emily’s. But Emily is crazy and Janiya was drunk. I don’t know if we can take them seriously.”
“I think we should.” I nodded. “Janiya’s a tactless idiot, so she must’ve blurted something she wasn’t supposed to say. And judging from Caleb’s nervous reaction, it sounded Like it was true.”
My reasoning successfully convinced Harlan. “Okay. I‘Ll report our findings to Gale first and see if she wants us to do anything else. That way, we can also plan our next step.”
“Do you need me to come with you?” I asked.
Harlan waved his hand dismissively and refused. “No, thanks. You Look pretty tired. Just leave it to me. Get some rest.”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
He was right. I was exhausted from a whole day dealing with Caleb. After Harlan left, I washed up and then went to bed.
But no matter how tired I was, I kept tossing and turning all night. I couldn’t shake off the upset look on Caleb’s face earlier today.
I didn’t know if it was because of the guilt, but I felt really uncomfortable lying to him.
The following morning, I woke up, feeling listless. I still needed to report to work though, so I had no choice but to psyche myself up and go to Riley’s.
“Good morning, Riley!” As soon as she opened the door, I greeted her politely.
Riley Looked surprised to see me here. “What’re you doing here, Debra? It’s a weekday, isn’t it?”
“Your husband sent me to be your assistant of sorts,” I explained briefly.
“Huh?”
Riley Looked utterly confused. “But aren’t you his assistant? Why would he suddenly want you to be my assistant?”
I didn’t know how to explain it to Riley, so I just shrugged and said, “He must have his reasons.”
Riley didn’t ask any more questions. Instead, she smiled at me warmly and said, “Oh, well. I’m just glad that you can keep me company now. Now my life won’t be so boring!”
After a few days of working for Riley, I found that she wasn’t saying that out of politeness. Her life was really boring. She almost had no time for herself because she spent all day catering to Adam’s and Luca’s needs.
Somehow, she reminded me of my mother. In my memory, my mother also seemed to live such a routine life. She was diligent and busy, dedicating her time and energy to her family and the pack.
