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.

when she bought it with

had beaten him in the race to buy a ring first. Ignoring his long face, she slid the ring softly on his finger. It fit him well.

Before going to buy the ring, she had waited for him to fall asleep, and measured his size with a

and tried to protest, "Deb, you

snaked his neck with both of her arms and kissed him on the lips before assuring him, "Honey, don't tell me

while. He had never expected that Debbie's thinking would be laid out like this. Recovering, he smiled and kissed

special!' he was thinking.

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 expected Debbie to give him

tell her about his own preparations. She was going to find it out half a month later anyway. He pulled her

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

killing him. He pulled her hands away from him, and began to strip

floor. His voice, full of sensuality and allure, came to her ears. His breathing deepened slightly and his heart

the same time, full of a desire and passion to make love to him. In fact, she was excited and looking forward to it. As she ran her hands down his back and along his waist and then

to refuse him anymore. Instead, she wanted him

phone alarm. Although she

raise her arm to grab her phone

herself to raise her arm, the alarm

sleepy eyes due to the sudden cut off, only to see Carlos turning off the

Suddenly, she remembered it. She had gotten laid last night.

eyes widened as she shot up straight, only to wince immediately because of the pain. "Aaaaagh!

hard and painful reminder of the soft and sensuous

smile, and asked in a soft voice,

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

she remembered that she had been the one

back the quilt, he looked at his girl whose face was very red shade indeed and asked, "Why are you so shy? I'm yours

bold girl who would sometimes tease him and tell dirty jokes. Why was

she murmured, but her cheeks betrayed her. Her