Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

In the Huo family manor, a young girl in a pink and white dress was sitting on the sofa, chatting with her friends over the phone.

On the table beside her, there was an open box of Band-Aids. In the trash can nearby, there were a few used Band-Aids.

Debbie was with a cold these past two days, and Erica had just taken upstairs a bowl of ginger tea a servant had prepared for her.

When she came back downstairs holding the empty tray, she noticed that Erma was still sitting on the same spot she last saw her. Helplessly, she rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen to put down the tray.

Next, she walked up to her daughter and said mockingly, "Remove the Band-Aid slowly, or you'll have to be sent to the hospital later!"

She had never seen a girl as touchy as Erma. She only had a small cut on her finger, and yet she had changed more than ten Band-Aids in just half an hour.

Upon hearing her mother's deliberate sarcasm, Erma pouted in dissatisfaction. "Oh, Mom, I need my hand intact for drawing, doing makeup, and getting people's hair done. If it doesn't get well soon, how can I even hold a pen to draw?"

Erica patted her on the shoulder rather forcefully and spat, "I don't see any blood on your finger. Why can't you hold a pen? Just get out of this couch and go upstairs to do the drawings! You've promised your father you would create a car's design for him. It has been two years, but I haven't seen anything done yet. Your dad must be a fool to still believe in you."

It was all the Huo family men's fault. They were the ones who spoiled Erma like this. Now the girl was even more touchy than Erica was in her youth.

"Mom, you hurt me!" she complained, rolling her eyes at Erica. Nevertheless, Erma did as her mom said and stood up from the couch, slowly making her way towards the stairs.

She wasn't in the mood to explain to a layperson like Erica that inspiration didn't come that easy. It was quite common for a professional to think about a certain design for eight or ten years before they got it on paper.

At this time, the front door was opened, and Boswell came in.

As soon as Erma saw her brother, she ran upstairs as fast as she could.

"Erma, I'm back!" Boswell called out to stop her.

But Erma quickly disappeared at the turn of the stairs.

run to avoid talking about the blind date, Boswell had no choice but to tell Erica,

I'll arrange a place for them to

confided, "Mom, don't worry. Stan

time for that? Please, tell your brother not to disturb Stan's work. We can handle this

this should be arranged by the He family. Your enthusiasm will only infuriate Erma again. You're acting as if no men

at the people she has dated so far. A model, a fitness coach, a college student... Boswell, I'm telling you I've secretly seen this Stan up close. He's not only

that of Adkins. Therefore, Erica did not doubt that he had a bright future ahead. Also, he was the only man who could live up to Carlos' and Matthew's standards for dating Erma.

with him. The most important thing is that your daughter is," Boswell reminded her. He didn't think

Erica promised, giving herself a pat on the chest. She was confident that she would

smiled. "Okay!

how reluctant Erma was, Erica pulled her anyway towards the restaurant the He family had booked

and politically influential family, who held great power over another town neighbor to Y

family, even their patriarch who was already an

private room, Matthew, Adkins, and Boswell were already chatting with the He family members, including Stan, who was sitting next to Adkins in

first sight, anyone could tell that Stan He was the tall,

each other, Erma looked at Stan in astonishment. "It's you!" she blurted a second too late before realizing that she had

with her hands, but to no use.

at his daughter and asked, "Erma, do you know each other?" It didn't make any sense if they did. Like Adkins, Stan was always busy. Even if he had come to Y City before,

shook her head at her father, unwilling

Stan chuckled and contradicted her, "So, your name is

they had known each other before. At that moment, Stan's father gently

signaling that he shouldn't tell them anything. But Stan still replied anyway, "Last time I saw her, she let the air out of my car's tires." But since he had something urgent to attend,

meet each other again in such an occasion.

was glaring at him. She was the type of girl who liked to put on a good facade in front of the elders. "He took my parking spot first,"

didn't say anything