Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Dixon poured out his heart to Debbie. He was so grateful. If he hadn't met her, then he'd never have come across Carlos, who recognized his talent and gave him the tools to change his life.

Debbie was stunned for a while. She didn't want him to feel too much pressure, so she said purposefully, "Don't say that. Carlos knows talent when he sees it. He's smart too, which is why he gave you the job. You're working hard to pay him back, right? But of course, if you still feel like you owe him, then..." She paused, looking at him mischievously.

"Then what?"

"Then you can give yourself to him. Bwhahaha..." She began guffawing.

Amused, Dixon also laughed out loud. He felt as if a heavy weight was being lifted off of his shoulders. He echoed her joke, "If I give myself to Mr. Huo, then won't you get jealous? Will you be his wife or his mistress?"

"I'm the wife—you're the mistress. Lucky you're a guy. If you were a woman, I'd be mad." Yes, if Dixon were an intelligent woman, sponsored to study abroad by Carlos, it would look like that Dixon was a mistress.

Dixon always felt helpless at the weird ideas in this old friend's mind. He shook his head and rebuked, "What's all that about? I wonder how Mr. Huo puts up with you."

"Hey, what do you mean? You mean I don't deserve him?" Debbie snapped, sounding angry.

Dixon sighed gloomily. What did he say? Why did she twist his words like that? But he didn't know what to do about it. "I didn't mean it that way. You're a lucky woman. He's the only one who can put you on a short leash."

His explanation only added fuel to the fire. Debbie wasn't happy, and besides, she had drunk too much wine tonight, so she began to make a fuss. Glaring at him, she confronted, "What did you say? A leash? Like an animal? A tigress?"

"And not like that either. But you do have a bad temper." Dixon didn't have to work tonight, and Carlos was quite far away, so he wasn't in any rush. He didn't mind throwing down and arguing with Debbie over stupid things.

"Bad temper? I think I've been remarkably tolerant of you trash talking me. I'm better than I was four years ago," she retorted and glared at him, unconvinced by his judgment.

out and roll around on the table. You call that 'better?' Maybe he

"Humph! Taking Carlos' side, I see. Dixon Shu, we

reminds me to fawn over you.

You're

them backed down. The driver couldn't follow what they were saying at all.

Debbie and Dixon tonight. Although he had worked with Dixon for a few

different from what he saw on TV. Now, she was like a kid, trying to pull a prank on

romance between them. They just acted naturally, like some old friends. No wonder Mr. Huo let Dixon escort

to call Carlos instead of going inside. "We just got here.

other time." He took his leave, and then Debbie heard a lot of noise on the other end. It sounded like all of them stood up

out of the car and stood there, waiting

the man on the phone emerged from the entrance of the hotel, surrounded by a swarm

the cars parked on the

waved at him. Under the dim light from the street lamps, she vaguely saw him smiling. But she

he slowly approached the car, she finally saw clearly that Carlos was

upon

reached his nose. Looking at Debbie's red face, Carlos thought of something, his

wine, it would be a good chance for him to successfully

to do, Debbie honestly replied, "Yes, I'm full." She had eaten a lot during the reunion dinner with her friends. The five of them were all in a good mood, so they had ordered a table of dishes. Dixon was the one who paid the bill in the end. Because he insisted that there was no better use of his money than to