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.

her chin with his right hand to make her look him

lowered his head and kissed

didn't mean it that way! I was just trying to ask him not to discipline me like my

an amazing kisser. All the sensations he was bringing her

that she came back to

he was! This was the teacher's office. Was he just trying to have her

at just 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

orders. "I have one condition," she

wanted 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. He took a deep breath

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

and became aloof again, as if the part of him who had been aroused just moments ago had left his body. Debbie was shocked by his behavior. 'He acts as if it were

movie?" he

by

malicious smile, he said, "A horror movie is showing in the

mention of a horror movie alone was enough to make Debbie turn pale. She cursed him in her mind for

Yoga and Dancing classes, twice a week respectively, and he would hire

way back to the classroom, Debbie was fuming mad at the man and also despised herself. 'Why do I always give in to his

investigate me? What a wicked man! He's not

an incoming message brought her back to her senses. She took out her

it much importance as she thought that the person might be one of her classmates, so she

opened her WeChat Moments and shared something -- "He is a wolf

Huo let you go? So soon? And