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?"

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

to come along if he thought it was low-grade? Whatever the case, he could

accompany me?' Her

club. So after the waitress had left, she tapped the table to attract his attention. "Um, actually,

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

It's only a matter of time." He swore to himself that he would turn her into the

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 it will go bankrupt within half a year. Oh no! Within

"Rest assured. You need to do

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

offer down. The business offer aside, his chiseled looks were so inviting, she feared she'd give in to him

leaned 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. To be

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

is he being so bossy?'

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

pizza, Carlos took the

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

Debbie's plate. The little gesture

girl, who was used to living on her own. Apart from her late father, she had never depended on a soul.

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

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

Carlos, who had already sliced the pizza

was distrait, he dropped the cutter just hard

at her lapse, Debbie tried to act calm as she picked up her knife and fork.

knife and fork which he had pushed away. But he stopped

he politely declined her offer.

he was not a big fan of durian. Almost loathed the stuff.

little too much for one person, in addition to the other food