Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

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.

he was angry. The kiss was impudent and overbearing, and his hands were not gentle either. In his grip, she now felt

table roughly. Fearing that she might fall, Debbie locked her arms

a long moment, the man said in a coarse voice, "I take back

Debbie, overwhelmed underneath

a woman, a seductive woman. Every time he kissed her, she blushed.

other day that if you slept with me, I would

I want us to have another deal." Debbie hadn't expected a man of words like Carlos to take back his own offer.

face, her hair. With every touch, his breathing got heavier and heavier. "God,

'A femme fatale? Me?'

personality and less feminine figure, that was a misnomer. Couldn't Carlos see that? 'There must be something wrong with his eyes.'

sleep with me, I'll give you

Anything she wanted? If he had said this earlier on, on the stormy days of their relationship, she'd have told him she wanted a divorce without hesitation.

she was beginning to have a change

push for a divorce, she actually didn't know what

her shaking her head, Carlos thought

he had said on 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

she was still holding a grudge, Carlos smiled, gave her a kiss on the lips and said, "Forget about

seem to get his drift. "Well, maybe you don't get the gist of

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

it's money that you want, I'll give you whatever sum you name." For her love, Carlos couldn't care