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."

tightly. "Mom, you've suffered enough. Why don't you leave him? Why do you put up with him? Do you

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 living with James, it would be impossible for her to

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

Carlos. Your dad and

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 he ferry

back in his seat and lit a 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

had updated her status again. She was quite an active WeChat user who enjoyed sharing her daily life and thoughts. There were new posts in her WeChat Moments

wine he had just poured

smiled. 'Yeah, before I knew Debbie was actually my wife, I had a feeling that I'd fall in love with her if I didn't shoo

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

down to see her other posts. Apparently, Debbie was still a little girl, even though she behaved like

do with him, like

taken a photo of their clasped

unhappiness and gloom vanished into thin

cigarette in his curved glass ashtray, Carlos left the study. When he walked back to the bedroom, he saw that Debbie had already hidden herself under the quilt, chatting fervently with her friends

climbed onto bed, pulled her into his arms and kissed her damp-dry hair. "It smells good," he

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

see. The design team will see a little extra in their

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