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.

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

ran towards Carlos, calling in a cheerful voice, "Ah, Uncle Carlos, Uncle Carlos, you are

and spread his arms to catch the girl.

allow me to leave the hospital," the girl complained as she buried herself in

Wesley is doing that for your own good." Carlos pulled her out of his arms

had just seen Debbie, Megan put on an embarrassed look and apologized, "Hi, Aunt Debbie. I'm sorry. I was too worried about Uncle Carlos. He

hard to suppress the discomfort in her heart. "Don't. Uncle Carlos did the right thing in protecting you. After all, your parents

Uncle Carlos told you about

Married couples don't have secrets." Debbie took Carlos' hand

Tenderness could be seen from a mile away in

more than happy to hear what she

to torment us single people with your affections and flrting?" Damon retorted from the bed, fed up with the sweetness between the

gone. It looked like he had turned into a completely different person. Casting him a cold stare, he snarled, "Well, you

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 guess you forget your

a careless expression on his face, and his hands in his pockets.

friend! Tell me, how come you never visited me after I got injured?" Carlos retorted. All his friends had

Instead, he confessed, "Look. In my heart, Megan is much more important than you. It would be obvious to anyone that I would want to make

she was more important than Carlos, Megan laughed. She walked over to Damon, grabbed his sleeve, and appealed like a spoiled brat, "Uncle Damon, you're the

put his arm around Megan's shoulders and looked at

he asked Wesley, who had been looking out

But it's fine. She can be discharged from hospital tomorrow." Wesley withdrew his gaze from outside and finally turned towards them

didn't reply. He pulled Debbie closer to him and sat down on the sofa with her. Crossing his legs, he settled in comfortably and watched

later, the door of the ward opened again. Curtis and Colleen

as soon as