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

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

Carlos had taken her phone away before she could send a reply. However, now she was looking at a reply on her phone screen that said— "My husband can help me make

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

last message sent from her phone was,

believed that she had married some other man.

did he do it? How did I not

find that Carlos had sent the messages while he was still lecturing to them in class.

own ability to stay calm in such a moment. If it were in the past, she would have already broken his bones. But the truth was, she was

the messages, she didn't turn around to face him. Carlos lit up a cigarette, took a moderately big drag and exhaled.

details.

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

for not too long ago. Her words came back to him and he believed that boy to be the one who had sent her the messages.

I love him very much." However, she wasn't telling the truth. The truth 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

that she hoped it would convince

was something she could not

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

stared into Carlos' eyes in

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 to tell you that he had bought two movie tickets and he would like you to go to the cinema with

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

ran down her spine almost instantly.

opened the

any messages

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

said, as he reached out and held

her hands on his firm chest and was just about to say something, when he lowered his head and

shut close as she melted in his arms like a doll made out of wax. 'Why does he always kiss me in his office? He is a good

handsome man was leaning against the couch with a glass of red wine in

and Damon Han. They were Carlos' closest friends. Wesley was not interested in what the