Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Silently, Carlos tucked Debbie into the car. Then he buckled her up and closed the door before striding to the driver's seat.

But Debbie wasn't staying in the car obediently. She wanted to get out. Yet she had hardly unfastened the seat belt before Carlos got in and locked the doors.

Neither of them said a word until five minutes later. "If you are angry because of Megan, don't be." Carlos finally broke the silence.

Howsoever, Debbie didn't answer. Ignoring him, she closed her eyes and moved herself into a more comfortable position. She needed rest.

Stealing a glance at her, Carlos frowned. 'This woman is such a headache. What am I supposed to do with her?' he wondered.

As soon as the car pulled into the garage at the villa, Debbie jumped out, hurried into her room, and quickly locked the door from inside.

Eager to talk to her, Carlos followed her upstairs and pushed the door to her room, only to realize she had locked it from inside. For several minutes he stood there, knocking, but there was no response. Once more he forcefully tried to turn the knob. A futile attempt. Frustrated, he checked the time on his watch. It was past 3 a.m. already. 'I might as well let her rest now. Hopefully, she will be in the mood to talk when she wakes up tomorrow, ' he thought with resignation.

Back to his bedroom, though, Carlos couldn't sleep on the matter. So he called Damon and told him what had happened after the party, hoping that he could help him figure out what had triggered Debbie's anger. But Carlos left out some details, which he thought didn't matter. For example, he didn't mention that he and Megan stayed in the same room for a long time; that Megan took the passenger seat; and that he helped her with some math problems after he had escorted her to her apartment.

Therefore, Damon was also puzzled after hearing what Carlos had said. "Did someone offend her on the island?"

Carlos shook his head. "Obviously, it has something to do with Megan. I just don't know what it is."

He still remembered what Debbie had shouted when he came out of Megan's apartment.

"Oh, then she must have misunderstood your relationship with Megan. She is jealous. I think you two will be fine after you explain everything to her."

"I did. I told her that Megan was a kid Wesley and I are fostering together."

"And then?"

Carlos took off his shirt and threw it into a basket.

got home, she was still mad. She went straight into her room and locked herself inside." It amused Damon how a girl like Debbie would be a threat to any man. How she would give a player like him and Carlos, the CEO sleepless nights was something beyond Damon. Yet here they were, awake, on the phone in the middle of the night

ladies' man, couldn't figure out

he started having wild guesses. "Maybe she is just being unreasonable. Or she is very possessive. Oh, or she is

really didn't know how to

yet most effective solution is to do it, until she learns to forgive you." Damon was in fact speaking for himself. That was exactly what he had used on the woman he loved.

still a girl,"

jumped up from the bed and asked in disbelief, "C'mon, Carlos. You want to tell me you and Debbie have never slept

felt embarrassed.

Are you impotent? Between you and

up!" Carlos cursed. "I never force any woman. I

your cool then. Why are you freaking calling me in the middle of the night? Two

D, does Adriana

phone went silent, as if all of a sudden Damon's mind went blank. "Get out! Both of you!" Carlos heard him shouting, apparently

was up to, Carlos looked

over the phone.

showed up at the party, but when she saw you go into a hotel with another woman, she went back to New Zealand," Carlos answered.

grabbed his red suit jacket, and said, "Bro, either you spoil your woman without a limit or you subjugate her in bed. Gotta

he hung up the

in bed, she looked around her room, her head swimming. It took her a moment to remember that she

Carlos and Megan came

up, she came downstairs to have lunch. When the doorbell rang, it was Julie who answered. Tristan walked in with a couple of shopping bags.

and greeted, "Good afternoon,

nodded, "Afternoon to

these and asked me to bring them

lit up on the sight of the logo of a designer lipstick brand she always wished for, but couldn't afford. At the