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."

saw them, she was shocked to notice that Tristan himself was limping. It looked like his left leg was wounded as well.

Both he and Carlos were wounded. The fear that ensued had triggered Megan's asthma and she was being taken care of in

her bedroom to his. Her bedclothes were changed and for safety and hygienic purposes, the old

next morning that Carlos

his eyes and the first thing that fell into his eyes was Debbie

good arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

Carlos was sitting on the bed perusing some files. She sat up still muddled in her sleep and remarked sleepily, "Oh, hey.

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

well? Are you hungry?" He put the files aside and looked at her with

hurt because of Megan," Debbie muttered in a slightly horrified tone. The fact was still too hard for her to

one hand and tried to comfort

we're going to the

able to be on his feet already. And he looked

go to

can ask Megan to come over and look after you. I don't want to take care of a

tender and sweet she had been when she had danced on the stage the other

got dressed in her bedroom and went

gotten a call from Carlos asking her to do so before Debbie could get

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

the doctor in. It

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

exasperated and once again, Carlos was left nothing to

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

had hardly taken one step before Carlos took her wrist and agreed

serious look again. After prying Carlos' hand away,