Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"Alright, alright. I'll take a bath. Now get out of here, will ya?" Debbie said. As the saying goes, "Those who suit their actions to the times are wise." Debbie decided it wasn't a good idea to anger Carlos again.

He cast a cold glance at her before leaving the bathroom.

After locking the door, Debbie heaved a long sigh of relief. 'I thought he'd never leave, ' she thought. 'He almost got me naked!' She pondered this as she stripped off her clothing and was about to settle into the tub. It was quite warm, almost hot, so she put in one foot at a time, letting herself get used to the temperature. But it was just right to wash away the aches and pains of the day. She finally got all in, and settled into the tub. That was when she realized something was wrong. 'I'm the one who's mad at him. Why should I listen to him?'

Getting out of the bathtub, she yawned. Then she took the body wash that Carlos gave her and foamed up. Her hands left trails of foam as she ran them over her body. 'Wow, it smells like milk. I love it!' Debbie could practically taste the shower gel.

Then she washed the foam away under the shower. Her skin was not as smooth as other young girls because she had not paid special attention to it before. But after she applied the body lotion, she could feel her skin was much smoother. She might have to make a habit of this. It felt great!

Looking at her naked body in the mirror, Debbie blushed and couldn't help touching her smooth leg.

'I need to pay more attention to my skin. Otherwise, I might age quickly.'

Shrugging on her night gown, she walked out of the bathroom with wet hair. She thought Carlos would be in the study working, but actually he was sitting on her bed, answering a phone call. What was he doing here? And why was he in here anyway?

The moment she appeared, he turned his head and fixed his eyes upon her.

Debbie sat at the dressing table, opened the tube of nighttime moisturizer and squeezed out some of the goo onto her hand. 'It wouldn't do to get all wrinkled, ' she thought as she worked the lotion onto her cheeks, around her nose, her forehead, everywhere on her face. She glanced at some of the other products and decided the anti-aging SPF 20 serum would be best in the morning. Then she reached into a drawer and found her blow dryer. Then, gadget in hand, she walked into the bathroom once more.

While she was drying her hair in the bathroom, Carlos was on the phone with his assistant. "Tristan, I need three VIP cards for the spa on the fourth floor of Alkaid Building. Yeah, yeah. It's for my wife."

'Three? Oh, one for Mrs. Huo, and two for her friends.' Tristan got Carlos' point immediately and answered, "Yes, Mr. Huo."

"And build a lipstick research and development center in East District Manor, and prepare all the necessary materials. She's going to love designing her own lipstick.

Register a brand name 'Decar'. We might need it in the future.

a music studio for her. Put a piano, a guitar, a digital audio workstation and other top notch equipment in

Huo." Tristan was secretly shocked, though. 'Since when did Mr. Huo become a slave

Debbie. 'She likes martial arts, but I don't think she needs it

something. It is a rough diamond of pale blue. I saw it at auction

memory served him, pale blue was Debbie's favorite

Huo!"

it no matter how

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

the bathroom and saw Carlos set his phone down on the nightstand. Standing beside the bed, she asked, "Not going

her question, he reached out and pulled her

milk, turning

his head and was about to kiss her on the lips, but she turned her head and the kiss landed on her cheek instead. He looked at her and said, "I told you before, we're a

instead of the dorm

normal for a

the bed. Debbie was about to struggle, but he turned off the lights and held her tight.

to sleep after you leave my room. Otherwise,

sleep? No problem! Let's do something more fun." The next second, she felt all of his weight on top of her, pressing her back into the bed. In the

and lay beside her, panting. "Sleep," he said

table, Carlos already finished his breakfast. He looked at Debbie and said, "We didn't get to the

was it again...' It took a while before she finally remembered what her third condition was. It was hard to concentrate, with everything going on. "Um, I haven't seen Emmett recently.

a reason for Emmett's exile, and his wife wasn't going to undo that. It wasn't any of her

up from his chair and

on the table, Debbie ran toward Philip and grabbed Carlos' suit coat. She then ran toward Carlos and said with a flattering smile, "Let

could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by an

was about to help him with the other sleeve, she remembered she was still mad at him. She immediately let go of the coat. Luckily, Carlos grabbed the