Novel Storm
Chapter 112
Chapter: 113
After Teresa left the villa, Debbie went back to the Living room and threw herself on the couch. She needed to go to the university soon.
There was no way she was going to risk missing Carlos’ class in the afternoon. How she wished she could just play truant like she had done before! She was both physically and mentally exhausted because of him.
“I assumed time was money for the likes of Carlos. I’ve heard that he makes around hundreds of millions of dollars in just one minute. I wonder why he chose to waste time on our school. I really don’t understand it, ‘ Debbie thought to herself.
In the afternoon, Debbie went to a Haagen-Dazs shop and bought two scoops of ice cream. With her books in one hand and the ice cream in the other, she made her way to the classroom. It was Carlos’ class, and she didn’t dare to cut it. Otherwise, the man would come up with a plethora of ways to punish her.
Lost in various fancies and conjectures, she walked slowly across the maple grove of the university, not realizing that the bell for her class had already rung.
Between her and the building where she was supposed to attend her class, was a massive playground. She decided to walk across the playground to avoid taking an indirect route.
Suddenly, her phone beeped in her pocket. She got hold of the ice cream cup with her mouth, and took out her phone to read the WeChat message sent by Jared.
“Tomboy, where are you? You’re already three minutes late for Carlos’s class!! how anxious he was.
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It was not until then that she realized she was late for class. She put her phone back in her pocket, grabbed her ice cream and was about to run towards the classroom. However, on second thought, she was already late. Three minutes late or ten minutes would make very Little difference.
She held the ice cream cup between her teeth again, and replied to
Jared’s WeChat message.
“I’m on my way to the classroom. I’ll be right there.” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
She clicked the “send” button.
“Debbie, does that ice cream taste good?” The familiar voice was so cold that Debbie almost choked on her ice cream.
“Is this man a ghost? Why is he everywhere? I thought he was in the classroom. Why is he here? On the playground?” Debbie bit her Lower lip in frustration.
She put her phone back, took the ice cream and raised her head. To her surprise, not only was Carlos standing there, but all her classmates were standing in perfect order in the middle of the playground.
Since when did this class get switched to military training class?
“The ice cream tastes good, huh?” Carlos repeated.
Confused, Debbie just nodded without saying a word. ‘Of course it tastes good. It cost me 80 dollars*!’ she thought to herself.
(TN: In this novel, a scoop of Haagen-Dazs ice cream costs 40 dollars.)
The students snickered at Debbie’s response and wondered since when she had become so silly.
Poker-faced, Carlos pointed to a place under a big tree and said, “Go there and finish your ice cream.”
In compliance with his order, Debbie walked towards the tree and began to enjoy her ice cream in the shade. From a close distance, she observed Carlos who was helping her classmates adjust their standing postures.
He was showing them the standard military posture. From where Debbie was standing, he looked like a natural. So much that Debbie wondered whether he had served in the army before.