"So that was what happened…" Carla finally pieced the puzzle together. However, another doubt was quick to surface in her mind. "But, the Devil is such an aggressive and domineering person. How did you manage to snatch me away from him?"
"After all, you are my girlfriend, " Boris answered confidently, "as domineering as he is, he would not have sacrificed his customers and business just for a woman."
"That's true." Carla believed what he said. Indeed, she knew how Zayn was when it comes to work. His mind would be engulfed by business and nothing else.
She then recalled Zayn's behavior today. If it were him who saved her that night, he would also be the person who slept with her. However, he did not mention any of this.
Unless…
He's the real gigolo, and the person in front of me is a fake!
Carla looked towards the self-proclaimed "Gigolo In Debt". However, she quickly dismissed her doubts. It's impossible. That day, I saw Zayn leave with my own eyes. Then, this dude beside me drove this exact same car to fetch me.
The two events happened in less than a minute. It would be impossible for the "Gigolo In Debt" would not be in two places at once.
Therefore, Zayn was in fact his true self. On the flipside, this dude beside me is the real "Gigolo In Debt". That must be the truth!
"What are you thinking about?" Boris tenderly approached her. "Are you surprised that I'm not a gigolo?"
"A bit." Carla gave him a complicated stare.
She gave him a complicated look. Since he's not a gigolo. Should I let him reunite with the children?
At the end of the day, the children need their father…
"If you wish, it's not too late for me to be a gigolo." Boris put up a straight face and proposed.
Carla burst into laughter.
"You finally laughed." Boris pinched her cheeks. "Do you know that you look good when you're smiling? Smile more!"
Carla suddenly realized that Boris wasn't that bad after all. Whenever she was in trouble, he would be there to rescue her.
Besides, he was honest with her. Every day, he would religiously transfer the money into her account and report his earnings.
Now, he was trying to make her laugh and feel happy…
In her opinion, he was a perfect person.
Before this, she was concerned with his occupation. However, now that she found out that he was not a gigolo, there wouldn't be any negative influence on the children. Perhaps, it is possible that…
As she was contemplating bewildering thoughts in her mind, Carla snapped back into reality and noticed that the car was taking the wrong route back home. She nervously asked, "Where are you driving me? Why am I further from home?"
"We're going for supper. It's too early to go home." In actual fact, Boris had no idea where her house was.
However, he was quick on his feet and told a lie without breaking a sweat.
"No can do. I need to go home now. Please send me back." She quickly urged.
"Hmm…" he hesitated.
"Did you forget my address?" she assumed.
"No…" He tried to wiggle his way out.
Suddenly, Carla's phone rang and it was from Mrs. Borah. "Miss, Venus's fever is now at 103.1 degrees Fahrenheit…"
"I'm coming back immediately." Carla panicked. "Mrs. Borah, can you please prepare the medical card and a water bottle? We'll head straight to the hospital when I reach home."
"Alright." Mrs. Borah then put down the phone.
Boris managed to locate her address from the navigation records. He immediately made a U-turn and exclaimed, "32 Happy Avenue, am I correct? We'll be there in ten minutes!"
"Thank you." Carla was delighted that he remembered her address. "I've deleted your contact number. Call me again so that I can save it."
"My phone…"
Boris's heart sank. Previously, Zayn lent Boris his phone for the sole purpose of impersonating him. However, the phone was later reclaimed at Stifling Night!
Although Boris could furtively borrow the car, he could never gain access to Zayn's phone.
"Why? You don't want to give it to me?" Carla was displeased with his hesitant look.
"No…" Boris's eyes glistened as he found an excuse. "I've stopped using that number. I'll give you my new one."
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