Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chapter 62 You Are Worth Ten Billion

To prove Carlos meant it, Tristan took out his phone and sent him Carlos' phone number. "Jared, this is Mr. Huo's number."

Everyone was surprised.

Debbie wondered why Carlos was so possessive. Obviously, he was trying to keep her from Jared. Worried about where this was leading, she raised her head and declared, "Jared and I are just good friends. How can you undermine our friendship like this? It's uncalled for."

Unexpectedly, Jared cut in before Carlos could respond. "Mr. Huo, I'm so glad to hear what you just said. Before, Debbie, the naive girl, did so much for Hayden. But the moron didn't appreciate it at all. Now, finally, there is a man who cares about her. I'll do anything you say. If Tomboy needs help or anything, I'll be the first to call you."

Among Debbie's friends, Jared had known her for the longest time. He knew everything that happened between her and her ex-boyfriend Hayden. As far as he knew, Hayden was to blame for Debbie's tomboy tendencies.

But right now, Debbie was surprised by something Jared had said. Since when did she become naive in Jared's eyes?

Carlos was quite pleased with what Jared had said. Yet the name Hayden made his eyes dim. "Tristan, send them home."

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

When the couple were left alone in the private booth, Carlos turned to Debbie.

Finding her in a daze, he pulled her into his arms and sat her on his lap. Unaccustomed to such intimacy, Debbie struggled to stand up.

But Carlos wrapped his arms around her tighter and whispered in her ear, "Hayden, huh?" That was the first time he had heard that name, but quickly he connected the dots and remembered the man who had called her Deb in the messages and said he missed her.

It must be the same guy.

"What?" Debbie didn't understand what he had meant by that, but Carlos didn't explain.

kissed her.

impudent and overbearing, and his hands were not gentle either. In his grip, she now felt trapped, and powerless, despite her

he threw her onto the table roughly. Fearing that she might fall, Debbie locked her arms around Carlos' neck while his hands

in a coarse voice, "I take back

overwhelmed underneath his weight, muttered.

tomboy anymore. She was a woman, a seductive woman. Every time he kissed her, she blushed.

day that if you slept with me, I would

Debbie hadn't expected a man of words

her face, her hair. With every touch, his breathing got

'A femme fatale? Me?'

call her a temptress or femme fatale before. For her rather boyish personality and less feminine figure, that was a misnomer. Couldn't Carlos see

if you sleep

on the stormy

she was beginning to have

a divorce, she actually didn't know what she

Carlos thought she didn't agree to his

the cruiser; how he had humiliated her, announcing that she wasn't worth a hundred million. Tightening her grip on him, she assumed an air of dejection and said, "I remember the other day you said I wasn't worth much. What should I expect to get from a man who thinks I'm not worth a penny?

lips and said, "Forget about that, dear. To

expected, her eyes burned with anger. But he looked at her affectionately while stroking her hair. Of course, he was pulling her leg, but she didn't seem to get his drift. "Well, maybe you don't get the gist of of it. You're

give me that much, just to sleep with me? This guy must be a joke!' She brushed his

whatever sum you name." For her love, Carlos couldn't

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