Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Amused by Jared's reaction, Debbie winked at him and teased, "So now you've realized that you made a big mistake, huh? Can you imagine what Carlos would do to you if he thought you were having an affair with me? I'm really curious to find out."

All of a sudden, Carlos turned around and glared at Debbie. Immediately, she sat up straight and looked forward at the screen.

His cold eyes made her feel like she was lying on a bed of nails. 'Oh my God! Why is he looking at me like that? His gaze is sharp enough to see right through my soul, ' she thought.

It was not until then that she realized Carlos came to teach in the university for her. He made sure that Debbie had to attend all of his classes and he was even strict enough to give her trouble if she tried to cut classes.

Just as she had expected, Debbie was asked to go to Carlos' office when the class came to an end. She gave Jared her books and told him, "Go buy some firecrackers when you have time."

"Firecrackers? What for?" Jared was confused.

"When Carlos quits teaching, I'll set off firecrackers to celebrate the glorious moment."

Jared stood there without a word, unable to comprehend what Debbie was trying to accomplish.

In truth, he felt pity for Carlos, because he was the one who'd have to spend the rest of his life with a bad girl like Debbie.

In Carlos' office

Carlos walked in and placed Debbie's phone on the desk, the screen of which was now locked. "Unlock your phone!" he demanded coldly.

An idea popped up in her head just as Debbie reached out her hand to grab her phone. However, he quickly grabbed her hand and threatened, "If you don't unlock it, I'll unlock you this evening."

'Unlock me? What does he mean by that? It must be one of his dirty jokes again!'

Feeling embarrassed, Debbie forced a fake smile and said, "All right."

In the blink of an eye, just as Carlos released her hand, she grabbed her phone and dashed towards the door.

A cold voice from behind pulled her to a halt. "Look at your phone first. Then you may decide whether you want to run away or not."

at

phone and looked over the messages between her and Hayden. Much to her surprise, somehow the conversation had continued even after her phone had been confiscated

for the missed lessons. You still haven't forgotten about me, right?" Unfortunately, Carlos had taken her phone away before she could send a reply. However, now she was looking at a

right? Are you still mad at me? To be honest, no ordinary man would have the audacity to date a girl like you." Debbie was spitting fire when she saw this. She took

from her phone was, "My husband is not

that message. Perhaps he believed that she had

messages himself? When did he do it? How did I not

Debbie was surprised to find that Carlos had sent the messages while he was still lecturing to them

moment. If it were in the past, she would have already broken his bones. But the truth was, she was no match for him in martial

messages, she didn't turn around to face him. Carlos lit up a cigarette, took

What the fuck?' However, Debbie decided it would be best to spare him the details. She

and resuming his usual cold expression, Carlos remained silent for a long while before he

long ago. Her words came back to him and he believed that boy to be the one who had sent her the

the boy very much, but that was a very long time ago. After falling out with his family members, she no longer wanted to ingratiate herself with them. Now all that remained between the two of them was a fleeting

to Carlos was that she hoped

reply was something she could not have anticipated in

know, I like challenges." He curled his lips and continued, "I'm sure to drive him out

left Debbie as she stared

walked out of the office. When she shut the door behind her, Tristan walked over to her with an unnervingly wide grin on his face. "Mr.

movie on Tristan's phone screen. It was a horror film set to

down her spine almost instantly.

turned around, opened the door and ran

any messages

as he stood up and walked towards her. "Wait

out and

and was just about to say something, when he lowered his head and kissed

as she melted in his arms like a doll made out of wax. 'Why does he always kiss me in his

Private Club, a handsome man was leaning against the couch with a glass of red wine in his

expensive branded clothes—Wesley and Damon Han. They were Carlos' closest friends. Wesley