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.

he held her waist tightly with his left arm and grabbed her chin with his right hand to make her look him in the eye. "Ah, I see. You want me to do something that only your husband is allowed

it, he lowered his head and kissed her

that way! I was just trying to ask him not to discipline me

deny the fact that Carlos was an amazing kisser. All the sensations he

were unbuttoned that she came back to her senses. She grabbed his hand, her breath coming in short gasps, and her cheeks were

he was! This was the teacher's office. Was he

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

"I have one condition," she said, trying 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

Yoga." English, Advanced Mathematics and so on -- those

been aroused just moments ago had left his body. Debbie was shocked by his behavior. 'He

a movie?" he

amazed by his

said, "A horror movie is showing in the cinemas.

enough to make Debbie turn

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

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

know all of my weaknesses. Did he have his men investigate me? What a wicked man!

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 her a friend request on WeChat.

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

WeChat Moments and shared something

was playing on her phone, immediately saw it and called Debbie. "Did Mr. Huo let you go? So soon? And what does your post mean?