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.

Megan was sitting on the edge of the bed, giggling

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

Carlos released Debbie's hand and spread his arms to catch the girl. "Mmm, I'm fine. But you be careful. You shouldn't do anything

too. But Uncle Wesley won't allow me to leave the hospital," the girl

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

Debbie. I'm sorry. I was too worried about Uncle Carlos. He was wounded because of me and

her heart. "Don't. Uncle Carlos did the right thing in protecting you.

Carlos told you about

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

squeezed her hand and met her eyes. Tenderness could be seen from

was a lot more than happy to hear what

people with your affections and flrting?" Damon retorted from the bed, fed

like he had turned into a completely different person. Casting him a

are not at all gentle to me. Worse than that, you asked me to go away. I guess you forget your friends when you're

careless expression on his face, and his hands in his

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

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

was more important than Carlos, Megan laughed. She walked over to Damon, grabbed his sleeve, and appealed like

around Megan's shoulders and looked at

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

fine. She can be discharged from hospital tomorrow." Wesley withdrew his gaze from outside and

with her. Crossing his legs, he settled in comfortably and watched Megan and Damon chat and laugh

later, the door of the ward opened

greeted as soon