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.

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

then opened his laptop, burying himself with his work.

her own. She did not want to be frozen to death by his cold glare. Nor did she want to be thrown into the sea or buried alive.

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

her meal. While putting food into her mouth, she kept stealing glances at Carlos every now and then. It was like she was not anticipating the slightest sound coming from her to annoy him. By the time she finished her breakfast, her forehead was wet

A stomachache this morning did

was done, he stood up, picked up his briefcase from

her backpack and followed after him.

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

but maybe I can sit in the passenger seat.' The young lady was too focused on staying away from Carlos

voice brought Debbie back to her senses. Darting towards the car, she opened the door of the passenger seat. To her disappointment,

door and sit behind with him. As Carlos

moved slowly. Casting a glance at Debbie from the car window, Philip noticed

Now that she's in front

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

cars at the university was not anything out of the ordinary as many of the students came from wealthy

many students often took delight in parading their high status. However, the car that was parked in the entrance of the university was worth at least tens of millions of dollars. Who could own such an extravagant set of

hastily. As soon as the words left her mouth, she pushed the door open and ran as

the car, students in every direction began to gossip. Their curiosity

new car?" "This car is several times

with one another. Although some students had families who could afford these luxury cars, there were many pretty girls in the

but that did not just make sense because it was Debbie. It was difficult to believe that she would

she had a pretty face. But the young lady did not act like a girl at all! No one could believe that there would be a rich man who would like to

Apparently, he was among the students who saw Debbie getting out of the black car.

a BMW which already cost millions of dollars. So Jared's curiosity was not about whether Debbie's family could afford it. More

that Debbie had rarely spoken about her father. Now more than ever he wanted to get

as I recall, there are only two Emperor cars in Y City.