Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Although Carlos had heard Debbie's words clearly, he didn't respond, choosing to look out the car window instead.

"You are not calling your lawyer? Fine! I'll call Emmett and ask him to call your lawyer!" Debbie said as she called out the address book on the vehicle navigation screen.

"Without my consent, he won't call the lawyer." The man finally opened his mouth to speak.

"Then call him!" she demanded.

"Focus on driving. I'm a man of my word. I won't rescind my decision."

As the light changed, Debbie had to restart the engine. While focusing on the road, she asked, "What do you prefer to eat?" After all, he was the boss.

"Eat whatever you want," he said indifferently.

Undecided on where to go, Debbie ran a few names of familiar places through her mind. At last, a restaurant popped up.

She drove to the destination and pulled over.

When they got out of the car, Carlos' face soured at the sight of the restaurant.

Debbie gave him a big grin, and pointing to the restaurant said, "I suddenly want to eat durian pizza. That's why I drove here. I know the restaurant might be a little too cheap for your fancy, but it's much better than street food, right? Come on. Just give it a try."

It was a national chain restaurant and the food was pretty good. The chain operated stores in most of the leading shopping malls. To Debbie, it was a nice restaurant. To Carlos, however, it was one of those low-end places he associated with needless penny-pinching.

After a moment's thought, he acceded, albeit begrudgingly, and walked towards the entrance of the restaurant.

Debbie immediately followed after him.

It was 8 p.m., but the place was still bustling with customers. Debbie and Carlos sat at a table near the window. Among the patrons, a few heads turned to greet the arrival of the beautiful couple.

A waitress came to them, and when she noticed Carlos, her eyes widened. Debbie shook her head with resignation and looked at the menu. "A large-sized durian pizza, a durian multi-layer cake, paella and Spanish mackerel dumplings. I'm done. What would you like to eat?"

menu in front of Carlos, but he didn't give it even the mere dignity of a cursory glance. "I already ate," he said, the disinterest in his voice showing.

thought it was low-grade? Whatever the case, he could as well walk out, because

possible that he just wanted to accompany

to talk to Carlos about the ownership of that club. So after the waitress had

sentence, he cut in, "I knew it." To which Debbie blushed. She wanted to say something, but her jaw

fine. It's only a matter of time." He

I wasn't going to discuss with him whether I'm a good girl or not.' She shook the weird feeling off, leaned toward him and said in a serious tone, "Are you sure you want to transfer the club to me? I believe

said in a low, attractive voice, "Rest assured. You need to do nothing but count

the club, he'd also gradually turn more and more shares to her. Whichever the case, she'd be taking home huge

aside, his chiseled looks

That points me in a bad light. I'm not a gold digger. How about this? As long as you don't make me the

right response that I wanted, ' thought Carlos. He heaved a sigh of relief that he managed to have her rule out divorce. However he kept calm and composed. "Don't bother bargaining with me. I don't think you're capable of it yet. I can assure you that you'll be the owner of the club.

being so bossy?'

pizza was served. The aroma made her drool as she picked up the pizza cutter in

cut the pizza, Carlos took

her head to object, she realized he had already rolled

it onto Debbie's plate. The little gesture touched her. To her, such

she had always been an independent girl, who was used to living on her own. Apart from her late father, she

up not being much helpful. For example, her best buddy, Jared, had never treated her like a girl who could use a

they had never eaten anything fancy together. In fact, she had been the one who provided everything in that relationship. All that Hayden did was to drain her, always taking things from her. A boring, self-serving

eat?" asked Carlos, who had already sliced the pizza into pieces.

the cutter just hard enough

Debbie tried to act calm as she picked up her knife and fork. After several bites, she noticed that Carlos didn't eat.

her hand to pick up Carlos' knife and fork which he had pushed away. But

that," he politely declined

he was not a big fan

large-sized pizza, a little too much for one person, in addition to the