Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Tristan was amused by Kasie's question, but he tried his best to maintain a serious face. 'First of all, Mr. Huo is a gentleman who will not force women to do anything they don't want. Second, Debbie is his wife. It wouldn't be inappropriate if they did end up doing something, ' he thought to himself. "Don't worry. What Mr. Huo is doing is for Miss Nian's own good," he reassured Kasie.

Tristan didn't know what his boss would do to Debbie, but he knew it would do him best to stay away from their matters.

Kasie, however, still felt worried about her friend, for she remembered what Kristina had told her before -- Carlos intended to bury Debbie alive the last time. "How about I get in and stay with Debbie? I swear I'll just sit there and listen to Mr. Huo. I won't make any noise," she pleaded.

Tristan shook his head and thought, 'If I let you in, Mr. Huo will be angry with me. I don't want to be punished by him. I should take warning from Emmett's example.' He cleared his throat and said, "Miss Zheng, I assure you that Mr. Huo won't do anything to Miss Nian. Would you please stop worrying about your friend?"

Kasie had no choice but to leave because she realized that Tristan would not let her pass by any means. As she walked to the classroom, she couldn't stop getting worked up about Debbie.

In Carlos' office

Carlos placed a folder on the desk in front of Debbie and said, "For the rest of this semester, you will need to take these classes -- Yoga, Dancing, Piano, Etiquette... You also need to take part in the post-graduate entrance exams, so I will be your teacher for English, Advanced Mathematics and Financial Economy."

"Stop, stop!" Debbie interrupted, as her eyes widened at the sight of the countless classes listed.

She leaned forward to get close to him and said, "Old man, who gave you the right to arrange so many classes for me?" 'Did you ever ask for my opinion? Did I ever give you my consent?' she cursed in her mind.

'Old man? Am I really that old to her?' Carlos knitted his eyebrows and answered in a low voice, "I'm your husband."

His voice was so captivating and attractive that Debbie got caught in a trance. It took her a while before she came back to her senses. Feigning a calm disposition, she cleared her throat and retorted, "Yes, I'm not denying that. You are just my husband, but what you've done to me only makes me wonder if you're treating me like I'm your daughter."

Carlos' face soured when he heard what she had said. As hurtful as they were, there was truth in her harsh words.

All of a sudden, he reached out to pull her into his arms and forced her to sit on his lap.

and grabbed her chin with his right hand to make her look him in the eye.

he lowered his head and kissed her red

out this way. 'I didn't mean it that way! I was just trying to ask him not to discipline me like my father did. Is

the sensations he

two buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned that she came back to her senses. She grabbed his hand, her breath coming

office. Was he just trying

two buttons. He leaned his forehead against hers and breathed heavily. After a short time, he calmed down and said in a husky voice, "I can let you go, but remember, no more martial arts classes. You need to choose two from Yoga, Dancing, Piano and Etiquette. And I'll teach you the other courses

lip, reluctant to obey his orders. "I have one condition,"

to turn her down, but on second thought he decided against it. After all, he didn't want his wife to think of him as her father.

will only choose Yoga." English, Advanced Mathematics and so on -- those lessons meant torture to her.

his body. Debbie was shocked by his behavior.

movie?" he

by

malicious smile, he said, "A horror movie

a horror movie alone was enough to make Debbie turn pale. She cursed

respectively, and he would hire professional teachers for her. Carlos himself would be responsible for her English and Advanced

fuming mad at the man and also despised herself. 'Why do I always give in to his whims?

seems to know all of my weaknesses. Did he have his men investigate me? What a wicked man! He's not ashamed

thought, the sound of an incoming message brought her back to her senses. She took out her phone and found that someone with the nickname "C" had sent

didn't give it much importance as she thought that the person might be one of her classmates, so she accepted it as a

Moments and shared something -- "He is a

who was playing on her phone, immediately saw it and called Debbie. "Did Mr. Huo let you go? So