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.

Damon and Wesley were already there. Megan was

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

catch the girl.

Wesley won't allow me to leave the hospital,"

Wesley is doing that for your own good." Carlos pulled her out of his arms and rebuked her, "Aunt Debbie is here too. I didn't hear you greet

Aunt Debbie. I'm sorry. I was too worried about Uncle Carlos. He was wounded

in her heart. "Don't. Uncle Carlos did the right thing in protecting you. After all, your parents saved his life,"

Uncle Carlos told you

secrets." Debbie took Carlos' hand with a smile, interlocked fingers

met her eyes. Tenderness could be seen from a mile

lot more than happy to hear what she

to visit Megan or to torment us single people with your affections

Carlos' eyes was all gone. It looked like he had turned into a completely different person. Casting him a cold stare, he snarled, "Well,

Carlos, we've been friends for more than a decade now. But you are not at all gentle to me. Worse than that, you asked me to go away. I

a careless expression on his face, and

me after I got injured?" Carlos retorted. All his friends had

heart, Megan is much more important than you. It would be obvious to anyone that I would want to make sure she was okay before I

him say that she was more important than Carlos, Megan laughed. She walked over to Damon, grabbed his sleeve, and appealed like a spoiled brat, "Uncle Damon,

Damon put his arm around Megan's shoulders and looked

been looking out the window the entire time and seemed the

can be discharged from hospital tomorrow." Wesley withdrew

on the sofa with her. Crossing his legs, he settled in comfortably and watched Megan

of the ward opened

Curtis greeted as soon as