Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

After James finally finished his rant, Carlos said calmly, "She's not just some random woman I plucked off the streets. I have the final say in my marriage, Dad. As for the Li family, go explain to them yourself. This has nothing to do with me!"

His words caused James' blood pressure to surge. Hearing the noise on the other end of the line, Carlos shut his eyes and inhaled deeply. He knew that his father was rummaging through the drawers, looking for his medicine. He patiently waited on the phone.

After downing the pills, James gradually got a hold of himself. When he was able to speak again, he yelled, "Divorce! You have to divorce her!"

In a colder voice, Carlos asked, "Anything else?"

"Last month, I talked marriage with Stephanie's grandfather. You and Stephanie grew up together. You're 28 years old, and she's 27. If you guys can tie the knot before you're both 30..." James just wouldn't stop. He kept urging Carlos to marry Stephanie Li as if Carlos weren't already married. But he was. To Debbie. It had already been arranged, and Carlos found himself continually surprised by, challenged by, and head over heels in love with Debbie. He didn't want anyone else.

"Seems like you're quite fond of her, Dad. How about you marry Stephanie yourself? That way Mom can relax too."

"You asshole! Goddamn ungrateful..." The call was cut all of a sudden. Carlos figured that James must have thrown his phone against the wall or something. That was just like him, and it wouldn't be the first time.

James had broken a number of phones over the years. If he'd kept those phones in decent shape, he could have opened his own phone store.

From experience, he knew what James would do next: find someone to vent his anger at. And the target was probably... Leaping into action, Carlos quickly dialed Tabitha's number. He waited a long time for her to pick up.

"Carlos, what's up? It's late. Haven't you gone to bed yet?" Tabitha asked, though she had guessed what had happened. She heard the man hollering a few rooms away, and heard the unmistakable sounds of a phone shattering against the wall.

"Mom, I'll get my assistant to pick you up. Please pack a few things and move into my villa. I'm flying to New York soon, two days before the Spring Festival. I can bring you back home then." Carlos had several houses in New York. If she stayed in one of his estates, James wouldn't be able to do a thing to her.

Wiping her teary eyes, Tabitha forced a smile and said, "I'm okay, Carlos. Don't worry about me. I'll just stay in my room. Just take care of Debbie, okay? You have your own life now."

don't you leave him? Why do you put up

been diagnosed with mild depression thanks to James' temper. Carlos had accidentally found out about her mental health challenges and sought out the best doctors. After some therapy combined with traditional Chinese medicine, she got better. However, as long as she was

Tabitha his keys to the villa in New York, but she refused to move in. She had been determined to live together with James and make the best of it. The Huo family had a distinguished status in H Country and even in New York. The last

Carlos. Your dad

assistant over to drive you to my villa." As he finished, he hung up at once, without giving Tabitha the chance to refuse. Then, he called his assistant at the New York branch of his company, requesting that

cigarette. Contemplating the view outside his window, he was deep in thought. Moments later, Debbie's face popped into his mind, and he came back to his senses. Thinking of her, he immediately grabbed his phone from the table and opened WeChat. He

had updated her status again. She was quite an active WeChat user who enjoyed sharing her daily

glass of wine he had just poured for her. Above the photo, there was a line of text:

my wife, I had a feeling

fall in love with her, and I love her with all my heart. Luckily, she turned out to

lit up as he scrolled down to see her other posts. Apparently, Debbie was still a little girl, even though she behaved like a tomboy. She expressed her feelings and shared everything in

most of her posts had to do with him, like her post today, or the one

the hotel, hand in hand. Debbie had taken a photo of their clasped hands and posted it too. She had written a comment, "I hope I can keep holding your hand until the end of

of his unhappiness and gloom vanished into thin air now.

he walked back to the bedroom, he saw that Debbie had already

pulled her into his arms and kissed her damp-dry hair. "It smells good," he whispered in her ear.

and body wash made by your ZL Group. It should smell good." His hot breath fell on her neck, making her

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he was too rich to use up his money, so he had to find some way to