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 my

Much to her surprise, somehow the conversation had

help you make up 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 reply on her phone screen

To be honest, no ordinary man would have the

last message sent from her phone was, "My husband

Perhaps he believed that she had married

When did he do it? How did I not see

looked at the time logs of the messages, Debbie was surprised to find that Carlos had sent the messages while he was

it were in the past, she

him. Carlos lit up a cigarette, took a

the details. She turned around and looked at her husband. "Yes, he is. So,

usual cold expression, Carlos remained silent for a long while before he asked, "Do you love

long ago. Her words came back to him and

was that she had loved 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

Carlos was that she hoped it would convince him to divorce her.

reply was something she could not have anticipated in

his lips and continued, "I'm sure to drive him out of your

had left Debbie as she stared

out of patience to argue, she turned around and 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. Huo asked me

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

her spine

opened the door and ran

won't send him any messages from now on!"

smile as he stood up and walked towards her. "Wait for me at home this evening,"

said, as he reached out and held Debbie

to say something, when he lowered his head and

eyes widened and then shut close as she melted in his arms like a doll made out of wax. 'Why does he always kiss me in his office?

of the Orchid Private Club, a handsome man was leaning against the couch with a glass of red wine in his hand. The man was none other than

two men wearing expensive branded clothes—Wesley and Damon Han. They were Carlos' closest friends. Wesley was not interested in what the other two were talking about, so he