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?"

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

Why did he have to come along if he thought it was low-grade? Whatever the case, he could as well

it possible that he just wanted to accompany me?' Her heart raced at

ownership of that club. So after the waitress had left, she tapped the table to attract his attention.

"I knew it." To which Debbie blushed. She wanted to say something,

He swore to himself that he would turn

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

voice, "Rest assured. You need to do nothing but count the money. There will be a professional team to

lawful owner of the club, he'd also gradually turn more and more shares to her.

turn his tempting offer down. The business offer aside, his chiseled looks were so inviting, she feared she'd

back to keep him at arm's length. "There's no pressure to appoint me the owner. 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 owner, I won't divorce you," she offered.

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

he being so bossy?' Debbie rolled her

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

to cut the pizza, Carlos took the cutter from her hand.

head to object, she realized he had already rolled his sleeves up. He cut the pizza in

The little gesture touched her. To her, such small acts of kindness meant a

was used to living on her own. Apart from her late father, she had never depended on a soul. As such, that simple courtesy from Carlos was something she appreciated.

be cautious about her independent nature and they ended up not being much helpful. For example, her best buddy, Jared, had never treated her like a girl who could use a bit of chivalry.

had dated for two years, 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

had already sliced the pizza

distrait, he dropped the cutter just hard enough to jerk

up her knife and fork. After several bites,

pick up Carlos' knife and fork which

for that," he

fan of

for both of us." It was a large-sized pizza, a little too much for one person, in addition