Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

After some hesitation, Jared asked, "Debbie, don't forget that our high school classmates' gathering is this evening. Can you make it?"

Dixon added cautiously, "We agreed to go to the party a while ago, but I know your husband won't allow you to drink, and we won't force you to drink either. Will he still allow you to come?"

Debbie rolled her eyes and snapped, "Guys, if you keep acting like this, you won't be my friends anymore."

"Okay, okay. Let's not talk about it. Let's go to the classroom. It is your husband's class." Kristina winked at Debbie. She had tons of questions for Debbie, but the entrance of the university was too public for a private conversation. She decided to put off talking with Debbie until later when they were alone.

Debbie wasn't sure whether to laugh or to cry. She wanted to tell Kristina not to address Carlos as her husband, as their marriage was only real on the outside. However, Kristina wasn't aware of that, and it was a long story. Debbie was in no mood of revisiting at that time. Before anything else, she decided to shut her mouth and park her motorbike first.

Kristina and Dixon went to the multimedia classroom first. Finally, Debbie, Kasie and Jared entered the classroom which was almost fully occupied.

Fortunately, Kristina had saved them three seats. While the three of them were walking towards their seats, two girls were arguing with Dixon. "Why did you take up our seats?"

Kasie went and sat in the seat next to Kristina, Jared sat next to Kasie, and Debbie sat beside Jared. The other side of Debbie was the passage.

Debbie put her books on the desk in front of her and leaned against the back of her seat as she looked at the two girls who were still arguing. "You say these are your seats, but do you have any proof? If you have a problem, why don't you fight us for these seats? Finders keepers, losers weepers!" she said.

"Debbie Nian, we were here first. But then we went to the ladies' room. When we came back, Dixon had already taken our seats. You can't be this unreasonable!" Gail, one of the two girls, argued. She regretted not leaving her books on the seats before going to the ladies' room.

After hearing what Gail had said, Debbie flashed a mocking smile and snorted, "Come on, Jail Mu! Why do you use the ladies' room as an excuse every time? You must really like it huh? Why don't you just live in the ladies' room?" The last time in the shopping mall, Gail had used the same excuse to mess with Debbie. Her lame excuse really amused her cousin.

Although Gail was livid, she didn't dare snap back at Debbie. She knew she was no match for her, so she had to look for somewhere else to sit with her companion.

most of the students were waiting to see stepped into the the classroom. As usual, he swept his eyes over the crowd and when he spotted

sudden, her phone beeped. She stole

phone, she froze on the spot

her phone back and stared blankly at her book. All she was

Will you pick me up at the airport? I've missed you so much. I want to see

up? Of course, she would not. She sent a reply to his text saying that

almost instantly. "I'll be in Y City at 3 p.m. I can help you make up for the missed

Debbie failed

"I ha—", she was interrupted by

Carlos knocked on the desk in front of her and

Carlos had told them before that it was forbidden to play with mobile phone in his class. Debbie immediately put her phone back in her pocket, sat up straight and gave

to her

before she put her phone away in a hurry. If she gave Carlos the phone right now, nothing would stop him from

hand on his palm as if she didn't understand that he

in the classroom widened their eyes in disbelief. How dare Debbie put her hand on Mr. Huo's

stared at Debbie angrily. How they wished they could chop her

her hand away and reached out his hand again. This time, the fact that Debbie placed her other

cursed through her gritted teeth,

and cast a warning glance at the girl. Startled, the girl looked away and

her pocket and gave it to Carlos. "Mr. Huo, Debbie has been paying attention to you all this

the floor. 'Oh my God! I'm done! Jared Han, what