Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Sensing her skepticism, Carlos continued persuading her. "As I just said, in the past, the biggest problem in our marriage was me. You did nothing wrong. Please, allow me to make amends. If it still doesn't work out between us, you can choose not to be with me then. But you can't cheat on me. That's my only request."

Debbie swallowed and asked, "What if I... What if you find someone you like during this period?"

The man cast her a hard look and continued, "I won't give you a chance to like somebody else." Debbie had once told him that she had feelings for someone else, but now, Carlos realized that it was all a lie. It was just her strategy to make him consent to the divorce.

At that moment, she felt the last bit hope go up in smoke.

'No. Something is off.' But she couldn't put her finger on what it was.

Confused, she opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again. The words were frozen on her lips. The confused look on her delicate face and her rosy lips were too much for the man to resist. He lowered his head and gave her a second kiss.

'There it is! That's what's wrong.' Debbie pushed him away. "Why do you keep kissing me?"

The touch of his lips and his scent sent her into a heady trance. He must have been trying to seduce her.

"What's wrong with me kissing my wife?" Carlos looked at her in puzzlement.

"Of course it's wrong. After I kissed you, you threw me out of the mall, into the ocean, and even threatened to bury me alive!" Debbie reproached. Her anger boiled up inside at the thought of how he had treated her just because of a stupid kiss.

'Tut-tut, do all girls hold grudges and bring up old scores?' Carlos thought sourly.

"You should have told me you are my wife at the mall," he replied defensively. He was enamored of Debbie's adorable and unique personality. If he had known that she was his wife, he would have never done any of those things.

'What? Is he trying to make it look like it was my fault?' She rolled her eyes at him.

"Look at what has happened ever since you found out that I am your wife. You've been interfering in my personal life. You treat me like your daughter. You kept me locked up in the villa for days."

"You've been behaving badly at the university. I can't turn a blind eye to that."

That was the one thing he would not waver from. The air around them had

that. His lips tightened into a thin line

years older than her.

took a step back, poised for defense. "I'm warning you. If you come any closer to

He abruptly pushed her on the

found their bodies in an awkward and yet erotic posture. Debbie could hardly move. She wriggled and tried to free her arms, but

this afternoon and attend my class. Maybe you don't want to, but you have no choice. No more cutting school, especially my classes. At half past three this afternoon, my first class is International Finance. You know which classroom

blushed with embarrassment. "Do we have to talk like this? Can't

had ever treated her like this. This old, lustful man had been disrespectful to her several

or some day he might become a eunuch

It seemed like the anger boiling up inside her was going to burst out at any moment. Fortunately,

he made sure to give Debbie's luggage to Julie before he left. "Mrs. Huo, Mr. Huo said that you must attend his class at half past three," Tristan reminded her before he took

irritated. 'He wants me to show

the multimedia classroom, which was packed with almost one thousand students present. He started with a small speech,

Before that moment, somewhere in his heart he had still believed that she wasn't a bad person. However, now

a little past 6 p.m. when Debbie was seen in a cafe. She was talking to Jared on WeChat when two bodyguards appeared in the

us to pick you up,"

said, she continued talking on the

looked at each other, and then one of them said, "Mrs. Huo, Mr. Huo has given us strict orders to carry you home

you must,"

with the bodyguards. One of the bodyguards took something out of his pocket and swung it before Debbie's eyes. When Debbie caught sight of what it was, she saw two certificates, which stated that both bodyguards were black belts in tae-kwon-do. One was a 7th dan and the other was a 8th

resignedly crammed the last bite of the desert into her mouth, stood up

martial arts for ten years, when faced with those two bodyguards,

in the backseat. His eyes were

and the other sat in the passenger's seat in