Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The manager of the bar freaked out. He signaled the bodyguards and said to Jared apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, but I wouldn't dare to offend the person seated upstairs even if I had ten lives to gamble with. I'm afraid you will have to let Miss Nian go."

Receiving the signal, the bodyguards walked towards Jared and tried to force Debbie away from him. Jared wasn't as good at martial arts as Debbie was. Moreover, Debbie was drunk. Desperate to find a way to protect Debbie, he shouted as the bodyguards approached, "I'm going to find out who the hell this man is!" With that, he held Debbie's hand and began climbing the stairs.

The others made way for them. When he got to the private booth upstairs, Jared kicked the door open and yelled, "Who the hell is stopping my fri... M... Mr... Huo?"

One single sight of Carlos' face, Jared almost fell to his knees out of fright. He spun around to look at the drunk person behind him, darted outside the room, and slammed the door shut hastily.

"Tomboy, run! Run for your life! It is Carlos Huo inside!" he whispered in a trembling voice as his fingers shivered to find balance. By this point, Debbie was too drunk to stand straight, but Jared's last remark alerted her.

She stared at Jared with gaping eyes and nodded. Then, hand in hand, they dashed downstairs like a crazy couple running to save their lives.

Carlos had recognized who were outside when the door of the room had been kicked open. Also he noticed that Debbie wasn't fully standing erect indicating that she was drunk. He opened the door and stepped outside the booth.

"Stop them!" he ordered in the hallway.

Unaware of the cause, the manager quickly followed Carlos' orders and told the bodyguards to stop the two people running away.

"Move! Move!" Having grabbed her by the wrist, Jared led the way for Debbie.

However, the bar was so crowded Debbie couldn't run fast although her physique enabled her to. As soon as they reached downstairs, they were barred by the bodyguards.

But she hadn't forgotten to resist. She knocked down the first bodyguard that tried to lay his hand on her.

And then the second, and then the third... When she was going to handle the seventh, the bar suddenly became eerily quiet. Debbie had an ominous feeling when a chill crept up her spine. Jared, who was standing opposite Debbie, saw the man behind her. His face twisted with fear. 'Should I flee for my life? Debbie is his wife. Maybe he wouldn't harm her even if I left her alone here.'

After knocking the last bodyguard to the ground, Debbie pretended not to sense the person standing behind her and strode towards the entrance of the bar.

stern voice. Upon hearing Carlos' voice,

the scene, mostly because they all wanted to keep a safe distance from Carlos, the man with an

to Jared who was standing beside her.

I knew, ' Jared wailed inwardly. "How about I run and you go appease your husband? You're his wife after

hard. Jared let out a

this man is your husband. He will let you pass after you play cute and sweet.

right now, ' Debbie cursed internally. She felt that this would be the most difficult thing she

"Hurry. Your husband is arriving. Our lives depend on you now, buddy,"

calming herself down, she raised her head and turned around abruptly. She threw herself at Carlos, buried her face in his chest and

onlookers all watched in shock. 'Ugh...is this playing cute or dumb?' Jared cried inside, feeling his end was near. 'What's happening?' Carlos wondered.

a grim glance at Jared, who almost lowered his head to the floor, and demanded, "What's going on? Why is she like

up and was going to tell him about Bernard, but

little. Right, Tomboy?" Jared stressed on her name as a cue for her

I... alas, my head, my head is spinning so fast. Mr. Handsome,

was as gloomy as ever. When he carried the woman in his arms, the crowd exclaimed in shock. "Who is that woman?" one

knows? Why is Mr. Huo carrying

in the sheen and said, "How dare you to let her drink

and blurted, "I couldn't stop her—" And then came another kick, this one more excruciating than the previous one. "Ouch! I'll stop!

up so quickly as if there were an OFF button on his mouth which had just been

of the bar, Debbie slightly raised her

away. He didn't seem to care anymore. 'It's all because of her. I told her not to drink. Ow, my leg. Ow, my groin. It damn hurts. Even my old man has never kicked me this

my hand,

his fantasy, Carlos suddenly turned and looked at him suspiciously. The smirk on the boy's face disappeared instantly and he ran away like a deer escaping a lion in one

had been waiting for Carlos by the car outside the bar all the while. When he saw him coming out of the bar with a woman in his arms, he was surprised. But after a careful stare, he opened the door of