Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos' lips curled meaningfully the moment he saw his woman. He entered the room and shut the door behind him.

Only then did he realize that Debbie was wearing a seductive nightgown. Apparently, she had just taken a bath and now, had draped the most comfortable, as well as the most revealing gown she could find.

He would have to be the dumbest man in the entire world to not get her point even after this move.

Her charming nose, appealing cheek bones, her flaming lips—this girl could make his brain go totally blank within an instant. Without further ado, he pulled her in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her on her red, soft lips.

Debbie stood on tiptoe, kissing him back passionately.

Without opening her eyes, she dug through his pocket to look for his phone. She found it easily and, waving it before his eyes, switched it off.

She loved him so much that she couldn't wait any longer to give herself to him now. And more importantly, she didn't want Megan to destroy their romantic night. Somehow, she got the feeling that Megan would have.

Carlos took the phone from her hand and with total disregard, threw it away as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

The ambience was just right for their affair. The bedroom was dimly lit and a faint fragrance of rose permeated the air.

Carlos carefully laid Debbie onto the kind-sized round bed and pressed himself against her. Her body was shaking like a leaf out of nervousness and excitement. In a hoarse voice, he whispered in her ear, "Deb, I will never let you go in my life."

And then he lowered his head again to kiss her.

Debbie was already in a trance due to the passionate kiss he had planted before. Suddenly, something dawned on her.

She covered his lips with her right hand, and used her left hand to take something out from under the pillow—something square; it was a velvet box, evidently expensive.

She opened the box and the thing inside it made Carlos' face sour.

"Carlos Huo, this ring will forever be a witness of my love for you. From today on, you are to be my man and mine only!"

Debbie had worked hard in the bar the past few months with the sole intention of buying this ring for Carlos.

make the ring even more special when she bought it with the money she

a ring first. Ignoring his long face, she slid the ring softly

ring, she had waited for him to fall asleep, and measured his size with a string. 'I believe

tight and tried

was very chauvinistic. She withdrew her hand from his grip, snaked his neck with both of her arms and kissed him on the lips before assuring him, "Honey, don't tell me that girls shouldn't take the

was stunned for a while. He had never expected that Debbie's thinking would be laid out like this. Recovering, he

special!' he was

wife a ring. Tristan had found the rough diamond a month ago. Carlos had asked him to have the diamond processed and made into the best possible ring. However, it would take some time and the jewel wouldn't be ready until half a month later. He hadn't

was going to find it out half a

to get into the mood and throw his coat onto the floor. Then she began to unbutton his shirt. She hadn't done this before, and as a result, she was clumsy in her movements. Several minutes passed, but she managed

unable to bear it anymore—his erection was killing him. He pulled her hands away from him, and began to strip

of sensuality and allure, came to her ears. His breathing deepened slightly and his heart was quickening against her hand. The next second, she felt all of his weight on top of her, pressing her

was excited and looking forward to it. As she ran her hands down his back and along his waist and then his front, his passion

want to refuse him anymore. Instead, she wanted him to continue kissing her, caressing her, stroking her

was woken up by her phone alarm. Although she had switched her phone

grab her phone and shut it, but

raise her arm, the alarm was shut off abruptly.

sleepy eyes due to the sudden cut off, only to see Carlos turning off the alarm at her bedside. "Old man, what time is

it. She had gotten laid last night.

she shot up straight, only to

a hard and painful reminder

with a smile, and asked in a soft voice, "Hey you. Are you

which had happened last night flashed across Debbie's mind. She lay back, covered her head with the quilt and asked in a shy voice,

that she had

he looked at his girl whose face was very red shade indeed and asked, "Why are you

a bold girl who would sometimes tease him and tell dirty jokes. Why was she being so shy after getting

her. Her face was as red