Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie winked at Carlos gloatingly, without the slightest awareness of his gloom, while he stared at her with a poker face. "I'll teach you from now on," he said in English.

Despite being clueless of what he said, Debbie nodded after a transient daze.

Carlos thought she understood that sentence, so he continued, "Next, follow me."

Debbie hesitated a little, and then she nodded again.

Carlos tapped his index finger on the book and said, "Are you a fool?"

'Fool? Sounds familiar, but I've forgotten what it means.'

This time, without hesitation, she simply nodded, because she found that so far nodding had not brought her any trouble yet. Therefore, she assumed that no matter what he said, nodding would be the proper response.

Carlos sighed and closed his eyes hopelessly. He took out his phone, and typed, "Are you a fool?" on a translation APP, and showed her the translation.

Debbie stared at the screen with surprise.

She realized that

she had nodded at him back then.

'Calling me a fool? He is a fool, an old fool at 28.'

Ashamed and infuriated, Debbie pushed the book away and stood up from the couch before she declared, "I quit. You're making fun of me."

When she was about to leave, Carlos grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the sofa. However, the force of his pull was so strong she fell off the sofa.

"Ah!" she cried out, before her body hit the floor. Without a conscious thought, she desperately grabbed his shirt.

arm around her waist and pulled her into

thing she knew, apart from the meeting of their eyes, his lips had somehow found their way to hers. She didn't realize they were so close.

it only sent him into a

her on the playground, an idea popped up into

at her in disbelief.

Did I, Carlos Huo, just get

she was trying to do. However, he was not going to give her

widened with shock. She felt hurt. 'How is he able to stay calm in such a

face, am I not attractive enough?

must be it, or else, why

to me on the playground because he doesn't have any

milk. For the first

remainder of the lesson, she kept silent. Carlos was focused and she seemed attentive.

closed his book. "That's all

nod, Debbie put away her book, looking

the lesson, she got up to leave the study, but as soon as she opened the door, Carlos asked her to come

are. One is a savings card with nine-figure savings in it and the other

revenue of one of the branches of his companies. He figured it

gaped open. Nine figures? She held out her hands and counted on her fingers. One zero, two zeros, three zeros...hundred, thousand...million... My God! One hundred million? ? ?

thank you." Debbie refused him, instinctively. She had

would be like in the future or what kind of person she would turn out to be, right now, she was a person with

two minutes, Debbie couldn't find her voice. "No, Mr. Huo, we're getting a divorce. I don't want to owe you anything. I'm 21 years

everything that had happened between her and Carlos in the past few days, there were moments when she had wavered from getting a

when she said that. He could tell from her eyes that she had meant every

to taking control over everything. This time wouldn't be an exception. "You can't wait to get rid of me, huh?" With that, he put the cards in her hands. He didn't say it, but

Mr. Huo. I don't know what you want from this marriage, but I