Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"Okay, fine," Carlos replied resignedly. "You know, I intended to have a passionate night with you yesterday, but this injury totally ruined my plans," he confessed. He had been patient with Debbie for a long time. If he waited any longer, he was afraid that something wrong could happen to his manhood.

Debbie gave him a glare and seized the opportunity to complain, "You should have known better than to get yourself injured. Maybe God doesn't want you to get your own way."

"If that had been the case, then my injuries wouldn't have landed on my arm. Deb, I can push myself up with one arm. How about we have a try?"

Debbie's heart was racing and she could hardly maintain her composure anymore. Carlos seemed odd to her today. He kept hitting on her and as if that wasn't enough to throw her off the mark, he was very handsy as well. Desperate for a way to contain her surging emotions, she stomped on his foot and snapped, albeit frivolously, "Keep your hands off me!"

Carlos was amused by the shy and annoyed expression on her face. He bowed his head and kissed her forehead softly before whispering, "Honey, I'll go to the hospital with you, but I think I deserve a reward for the trouble."

Hearing him call her honey again, Debbie couldn't help smiling and taunted quietly, "And what reward does this child want?"

"This, of course." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply on the lips. Nothing else could be heard anymore in the room except for the heavy breathing of the two.

Some time later, Debbie walked out of Carlos' room again with burning cheeks, looking definitely rumpled. She fetched a mask from her bedroom and asked Carlos to put it on.

Just as they were about to leave, Debbie reminded him to put on a pair of sunglasses too. After that, she took a glance at him and decided that everything was finally set now. They left the villa and headed for the hospital.

Emmett had already made an appointment for them with the doctor. In the consulting room, the doctor looked at Carlos' wound carefully and changed his dressing. It took about two hours to complete the process, after which, they left the doctor's consulting room. Debbie had been under the impression that they would be heading back to the villa immediately, but to her surprise, Carlos was holding her hand and leading her to the inpatient department.

"Where are we going?" she asked in confusion.

"The inpatient department. Megan was hospitalized and is being kept under observation."

Hearing Megan's name, Debbie didn't respond and just followed him silently.

Hardly had they reached the door of the ward before they heard the sound of Megan's laughter emanating cheerfully from inside, in stark contrast to the hospital's general ambiance. At that point, Debbie noticed an evident smile on her husband's face, and secretly, made a face in disapproval.

were already there. Megan was sitting on the edge of the bed, giggling at Damon's

Carlos, calling in a cheerful voice, "Ah, Uncle Carlos, Uncle Carlos, you are here. Are you okay? Does it

his arms to catch the girl. "Mmm, I'm fine. But you be careful. You shouldn't do anything strenuous

Wesley won't allow me to leave the hospital," the girl complained as she buried herself in his

doing that for your own good." Carlos pulled her out

apologized, "Hi, Aunt Debbie. I'm sorry. I was too worried about Uncle Carlos. He

tried hard to suppress the discomfort in her heart. "Don't. Uncle Carlos did the right thing in protecting you. After all, your parents saved his life," she replied flatly.

so Uncle Carlos told you

Carlos' hand with a smile, interlocked fingers with him, and looked up at her man

could be seen from a mile

a lot more than happy to hear what

Megan or to torment us single people with your affections and flrting?" Damon retorted

into a completely different person. Casting

you are not at all gentle to me. Worse than that, you asked me to go

his face, and his hands in his pockets.

Carlos retorted. All his friends

Megan is much more important than you. It would be obvious to anyone that I would want

Carlos, Megan laughed. She walked over to Damon, grabbed his sleeve, and appealed like a spoiled brat, "Uncle

Damon put his arm around Megan's shoulders

the doctor say?" he asked Wesley, who had been looking out the window the entire time and seemed the least interested in their rift.

from hospital tomorrow." Wesley withdrew his gaze from outside and

and sat down on the sofa with her. Crossing

door of the ward opened again. Curtis and Colleen walked

Curtis greeted as soon as he saw