Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The dance teacher walked up to Debbie elegantly with a friendly smile on her face and said, "Good morning. You must be Debbie."

Debbie smiled back and nodded. "Good morning."

They shook hands and made a good first impression on each other. The dance teacher introduced herself, "I'm Teresa Xu, and you may just call me Teresa. Although I have just graduated from university, I've been learning how to dance for almost twenty years and teaching others for almost four years now."

"Wow! Teresa! Your parents must be a fan of Teresa Teng, huh?" Debbie's curiosity was piqued.

A smile appeared on Teresa Xu's lips and she answered, "Yes, you're right. My mother is a Chinese teacher and my father is a professor of Chinese literature. They are both Teresa Teng's loyal fans." Apparently, she was very proud of her parents.

After making small talk, they began the class. Teresa Xu was indeed a soft girl, and even Debbie, who had always been a tomboy, became softer while she was with the dance teacher.

Since Debbie had been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, it wasn't long before she had mastered the basic skills of dancing.

The class lasted for almost an hour and a half, but Debbie was not tired at all.

When the class came to an end, Teresa Xu changed her clothes and walked towards the gates of the villa, followed by Debbie. "I had a great time, Teresa," said Debbie.

"I appreciate it. See you next time, Debbie." Teresa Xu waved her goodbye.

"Bye, Teresa."

After Teresa Xu left the villa, Debbie went back to the living room and threw herself on the couch. She needed to go to the university soon. There was no way she was going to risk missing Carlos' class in the afternoon. How she wished she could just play truant like she had done before! She was both physically and mentally exhausted because of him.

'I assumed time was money for the likes of Carlos. I've heard that he makes around hundreds of millions of dollars in just one minute. I wonder why he chose to waste time on our school. I really don't understand it, ' Debbie thought to herself.

In the afternoon, Debbie went to a Haagen-Dazs shop and bought two scoops of ice cream. With her books in one hand and the ice cream in the other, she made her way to the classroom. It was Carlos' class, and she didn't dare to cut it. Otherwise, the man would come up with a plethora of ways to punish her.

Lost in various fancies and conjectures, she walked slowly across the maple grove of the university, not realizing that the bell for her class had already rung.

where she was supposed to attend her class, was a massive playground. She decided to walk across the playground to avoid taking an indirect route.

phone beeped in her pocket. She got hold of the ice cream cup with her mouth, and took out her phone to read the WeChat message sent by Jared. "Tomboy, where are you? You're already three minutes late for Carlos

back in her pocket, grabbed her ice cream and was about to run towards the classroom. However, on second

and replied to Jared's WeChat message. "I'm on my way to the classroom.

the "send" button.

good?" The familiar voice was so cold that Debbie almost

is he everywhere? I thought he was in the classroom. Why is he here? On the playground?' Debbie bit

her phone back, took the ice cream and raised her head. To her surprise, not only was Carlos standing there, but all her classmates were standing in

class get

good,

a word. 'Of course it tastes

this novel, a scoop of Haagen-Dazs

Debbie's response and wondered since when she had become so

Carlos pointed to a place under a big tree and said, "Go there and finish your

compliance with his order, Debbie walked towards the tree and began to enjoy her ice cream in the shade. From a close distance, she observed Carlos

looked like a natural.

cream, Debby threw the cup into the trash bin when she heard Carlos calling her name. "Debbie Nian,

were frozen wide open in an

her sentence, Carlos added, "If you disagree, you and all your classmates

Debbie, but all of her classmates to break into wild uproar. It was a 400-meter track, and twenty laps meant that they

know you are good at long-distance running. You even won third prize in the half marathon. But we are

wouldn't do this to us,

us ice cream? You are from

If you don't buy us ice

for her classmates, they would have to run eight kilometers. The last thing she wanted was to earn

Two scoops meant 80 dollars. There