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.

he provoked her calmly, "You're glaring at me with eyes so wide they're about to fall out and roll around on the table. You call that

soon as he was done speaking, Debbie punched his shoulder. "Humph!

grinned broadly, revealing his neat and white teeth. "Oh, that's bad. Tristan always reminds me to fawn over you. He says that if Mr. Huo gets mad, I can call

way. You're beyond

whole way there. Neither of them backed down. The driver couldn't follow what they were saying at all. But he didn't need to

up Debbie and Dixon tonight. Although he had worked with Dixon for a few days, this was the first time he saw him

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

them. They just acted naturally, like some old friends. No wonder Mr.

a little sleepy, so she decided to call Carlos instead of going inside. "We just got here. I'll wait for you in the

coming out now." Then she heard Carlos tell the other people, "I'm sorry. My wife is waiting for me outside. We'll pick this up some other time." He took his leave, and then Debbie heard a lot

and stood there, waiting for

from the entrance of the hotel, surrounded by a swarm of people who respectfully

the cars parked on the roadside and soon spotted his car. Dixon was already striding towards him.

head out and waved at him. Under the dim light from the street lamps, she vaguely saw

the car, she finally

her lips upon settling in the seat. Before

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

drank wine, it would be a good chance for him to successfully have sex with

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 see his