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.

around on the table. You

soon as he was done speaking, Debbie punched his shoulder. "Humph! Taking Carlos' side, I see. Dixon

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 you for

way. You're beyond help,

down. The driver couldn't follow what they were saying at all. But he didn't need to pay attention anyway. He just kept his eyes on the road, and gave them

and trustworthy driver. That was why Carlos temporarily assigned him to come pick up Debbie and Dixon tonight. Although

was like a kid, trying to pull a prank on Dixon. He loved the fact that she was

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

call Carlos instead of going inside. "We just

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 of noise on the other end. It sounded

out of the car and stood there,

of the hotel, surrounded by a swarm of people

window. Carlos ran his eyes over the cars parked on the roadside and soon spotted

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

she finally saw clearly that

stole a kiss on her lips upon settling in the seat.

red face, Carlos thought of something, his eyes glimmering with desire.

would be a good chance for him

was planning 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 see his friends