Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

'I've been so stupid! I should've inquired Philip about Carlos more before. If I did, I wouldn't have had the audacity to cross him. Alas! It's too late now. What else can I do?' Debbie thought, beating herself up over her ignorance.

Now that she was seeing things in a different light, she really regretted having sung the song that evening to offend him.

'Debbie Nian, why did you have to provoke him again and again?

You lifted a rock only to drop it on your own feet!' she berated herself. Slapping a palm on her forehead in resentment, she then stood up. Tomorrow morning was going to be tough for her. When she went to the second floor, she stole a glance at the closed door of Carlos' bedroom. As soon as she was certain that it was not going to burst open at any minute, she sneaked into hers and closed the door as gently as possible.

All night long, she tossed around in her bed. Her worries did not leave her alone at all.

The next morning, she got up half an hour earlier than usual. After readying herself, she went down the stairs with dark circles around her eyes. All she wanted was to leave the house without being noticed by Carlos.

The previous evening, she had made up her mind. Since she could not divorce him right now, she just had to keep herself away from him as much as possible. It was her only solution until she could make the man sign the divorce papers. If she had to face him, she decided she would not provoke him again. After all, safety was now her first priority.

When she reached the first floor, however, she saw the very same man she meant to avoid in the dining room. Without even looking at her, Carlos ate his breakfast. It was a bit strange seeing him in a black shirt instead of his usual business attire.

"Debbie, come eat," Julie said in a cheerful voice as she went to the kitchen. Before the servant could reappear with Debbie's breakfast, the young lady was already running to the entrance door.

"No need for that, Julie," she shouted hastily. "I'm in a hurry!" 'When did he get up? I didn't even hear him make any sound, ' she thought to herself.

"Stop!" came a cold voice from behind her back. Almost as if on command, Debbie paused from changing her shoes. Her breath hitched when she heard him.

"Um..." she stammered, turning around.

Until that moment, something never occurred to Debbie. What was she supposed to call him? 'Boss?' Debbie thought. 'Sounds like I'm an employee of his. Honey? That would be disgusting!' She scrunched her nose in revulsion. "Sir," she said formally, trying to make an excuse,"I have something urgent to finish. So I'll be leaving now."

'Well, actually I can call him Uncle. He's so strict with me that he reminds me of my father. But, ' Debbie thought, still trapped in her own musings, 'if I really call him Uncle, he will surely get irritated.'

The young lady refrained from voicing out her thoughts, for if she did, it would throw out her entire plan of not getting on the wrong side of her husband.

Debbie call him 'Sir', Carlos could not help but furrow his brows while saying nothing for a while. Gracefully, he wiped

with his work. Once again, his walls

Debbie wanted to turn him down, she decided against speaking up. The young lady could already imagine how he would react if she insisted on going to the university on her

cautious manner, Debbie walked over to the expensive mahogany dining table and sat as far away from him as

food into her mouth, she kept stealing glances at Carlos every now and then. It was like she was not anticipating the

stared at her hands under the table. A stomachache this morning did not seem out of the

she was done, he stood up, picked up his briefcase from the couch, and headed towards the

Debbie grabbed her backpack and followed after him.

was a black car parked right before her. Something about the vehicle appeared to be very striking, but she could not quite point a finger at it. Through the car window, she saw that Carlos was sitting in the back seat. Groaning, she did not approach the car at once. Where should she sit? Next to

mere prospect of being close to him sent shivers down her spine. 'No, ' she thought stubbornly, 'I do not want to die out of fright! Hm... but maybe I can sit in the passenger seat.'

harshness in his voice brought Debbie back to her senses. Darting towards the car, she opened the door of the passenger seat. To her disappointment, however, it was already

door and sit behind with him.

of them spoke another word while the car moved slowly. Casting a glance at Debbie from the car window, Philip noticed the girl

'Debbie used to be a cheerful and lively girl. Now that she's in front of Mr. Huo, she looks so cautious and reserved. She must be frightened

later, a black luxurious car stopped along the entrance of the Economics and Management School of Y City University.

of the ordinary as many of the students came from

at least tens of millions of dollars. Who could own such an extravagant set of wheels? It was for

open and ran as fast as she could. It looked so comical, as though she were being chased by

car, students in every direction began to gossip.

rides a BMW. And now, she has a new

sharing their theories with one another. Although some students had families who could afford these

but that did not just make sense because it was Debbie. It was difficult

girl at all! No one could believe that there would be a rich man who would like to have a tomboy as

the students who saw Debbie getting out of the black car. At first, his interest was innocent enough. It was a really nice

that her usual ride to school was a BMW which already cost millions of dollars. So Jared's curiosity was not about whether Debbie's family could afford it. More likely, he

a rich man whose surname was Nian. Simultaneously, he realized that Debbie had rarely spoken about her father. Now more than

Jared thought suddenly. 'As far as I recall, there are only two Emperor cars in Y City. And