INSTA MILLIONAIRE

Chapter 32: (Debbie Meets Cathy)

[Chapter 32]

Alex called Debbie and asked her where she was. He quickly rushed over.

He found her in an alley near the university. She was holding a small notebook and recording something.

"What are you writing?" Alex walked over and took the book from Debbie's hands. With a glance, he saw that there were more than ten lines about rent written on it.

"One room in Jones Street... five hundred dollars per month... water and electricity bills not included."

"It's the same at number fourteen with the courtyard in the alleyway... five hundred dollars per month," he read aloud.

"If I use an agency, it will cost me an extra month's rent. I don't have that much money, so I'm doing my search since I haven't got anything else to do today. The apartments near the school are too expensive for me. I haven't found anything suitable yet, but I'm going to continue looking," Debbie said.

Seeing her serious expression, Alex was tempted by her once again.

"Keep in mind that you can't trust the information in these small ads. Maybe you should find an agent anyway," Alex said as he covered Debbie's notebook with his hand.

"I don't know what to do." Debbie was momentarily at a loss. In Alex's eyes, that silly expression of hers was really cute, and he couldn't help but pinch her face gently. She lowered her head and blushed slightly.

"Relax. I already found a room for you yesterday. The price is pretty cheap. It's near the Green Island Garden. Let's take a taxi over there," he said.

"Really?" Debbie's heart was filled with sweetness. She was surprised that it would be near the Green Island Garden, which was New York's most high-end residential area. How could the houses nearby be cheap?

"It's not far—let's go," he said, but Debbie stopped him when she saw that he was about to wave for a taxi.

She knew that Alex wasn't rich and didn't want to let him spend the money.

"All right, let's walk over," Alex said, as he still didn't want Debbie to know he was rich.

"Ouch!" she cried out as soon as they had taken a few steps.

"Maybe I walked too much today. It doesn't matter—just give me five minutes to rest." Debbie had left school at six o'clock that morning so she could find a room. She had been walking for almost four hours, so naturally, her legs hurt.

Alex pursed his lips, feeling a special pain in his heart. This silly girl—how much suffering can she endure? he thought.

"I'll carry you," he said. He squatted down in front of her and patted his shoulder for her to hop on, so he could carry her on his back.

Leaning on Alex's sturdy back, she felt very at ease.

Alex's hands wrapped around Debbie's thighs. At first, he didn't feel anything, but, later, he focused his attention on that soft touch.

Her body is so light. Maybe less than a hundred pounds? My hand is now touching her leg. It's so soft. Oh Alex, why are you thinking about this? If Debbie knew, what would she think of you? he thought.

He chased the complicated thoughts out of his mind and quickly walked on with Debbie on his back.

When they arrived at the Green Island Garden District, Debbie had fallen asleep on Alex's back because she was so tired.