Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The fact that Debbie was Carlos' wife alone was enough to forbid Jared from wanting anything more than friendship from her. Even if he were the bravest man on earth, he wouldn't dare to cross the threshold with Carlos' wife.

Kristina sent a Heart-Eyes emoji, followed by her fantasy. "I want to sleep in Debbie's arms."

Dixon replied right away with a Worried Face emoji, "What about me? What'll happen to me then?"

The others hooted.

Later, two of the doctor's assistants came to the villa to bring some medicine to the doctor. They walked into the room Carlos was being operated in. After that, another wait of two hours was steadily breaking Debbie's resolve. No one had come out of the room yet and Debbie was so anxious to know what was going on inside that she was on the verge of barging in.

About a half more hour later, the door of the room finally opened and the two assistants walked out. "How is my husband? Is he going to be all right?" Debbie dashed towards them as soon as they stepped out of the room.

"Both of the bullets from inside him have been removed. The surgery is almost finished. Dr. Jiang is just performing the finishing work, making sure there are no chances of future trouble," they reassured her.

Debbie was a bit relieved now. "Can I go in there?" she asked.

"A few more minutes, please. Dr. Jiang will be coming out soon."

"Okay, then."

Fifteen minutes later, the doctor came out of the room. He removed his mask, looking exhausted. "The bullets have been removed and we've managed to stop the bleeding. But I think it would be best if you took Mr. Huo to hospital. After all, there is no proper medical apparatus in the villa," he stated.

"I see. Thank you, doctor," Debbie nodded.

Dr. Jiang didn't know exactly who this girl was, but since Carlos had kept her around especially when he was wounded, he assumed that she must be someone special to Carlos. Thinking of that, the doctor replied respectfully, "Don't mention it. Emmett and Tristan will be here in a minute. Please don't hesitate to call me if I'm needed."

"Okay, thanks. Please let me walk you out."

"I'll show myself out. You can go see Mr. Huo now."

"All right. Thanks, doctor."

was limping. It looked like his left leg was wounded as well. Debbie was concerned, but Tristan told her not to worry; the wound had already

Carlos had gotten off the plane. They left the airport and went to rescue Megan. Both he and

Emmett's and Tristan's help, Debbie moved Carlos from her bedroom to his. Her bedclothes were changed and for safety and hygienic purposes, the old blood-stained ones were

next morning that

the first thing that fell into his eyes was Debbie sleeping beside him. She had barely slept

her haggard face, Carlos put his good arm around her shoulders and kissed her

bed perusing some files. She

sensed that something was wrong with it. Then she remembered Carlos coming back the day before. The bandage on his right arm reminded her that the wound wasn't

the files aside and

Megan," Debbie muttered in a slightly horrified tone. The fact

her words, Carlos scooped her cheek with one hand and tried to comfort her, "Deb, you know

bed, she prattled on. "I'm going downstairs for breakfast. Then we're going to the hospital. Dr.

to see him able to be on his feet already. And he looked like a million bucks.

to the hospital,"

can ask Megan to come over and look after you. I

had been when she had danced on the stage

dressed in her bedroom and went downstairs.

had already gotten a call from Carlos asking

a simple breakfast, Debbie went back to Carlos' room. "Hey, are you going to the hospital or not?" she

worried about me, just call the doctor in. It would be much simpler that way

would receive better treatment at the hospital. This is the doctor's advice, not mine. Why are you fighting

once again, Carlos was left nothing to

you plan on acting like this, then I'm leaving. I won't

before Carlos took

secretly chuckled and then assumed a serious look again. After prying Carlos'