Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"I agree to your first two conditions. As for the third, keep it to yourself. Now it's my turn. This is my first condition," said Carlos as he kicked open the door of the lounge, entered the room with Debbie in his arms and locked the door behind them. He passed all the other furniture in the room adroitly. They zipped past tables, chairs, and a standing liquor cabinet before Carlos stopped at the bed. The richly-appointed bed was inspired by eighteenth-century designs, and featured round ball top bed posts. It was colored a beautiful black walnut, and ornate duvets covered the sheets.

"What condition is that?" Debbie asked. Looking at the king-sized bed adorned with grey sheets, Debbie had a bad feeling all of a sudden. She was not sure what was going on, but the bed put an image in her head, and she was going to try and forestall that as long as she could.

"I'll have to show you for how many minutes you should forbid me from being alone with Megan."

As he said this, he threw Debbie onto the bed.

In an instant, he was on top of her. Her heart rate skyrocketed. Before she could respond, the man moved her arms up, and held her hands above her head with his own hand.

She struggled, but was unable to move. "Wait, wait! I'm trying to discuss something with you. I'm not here for this!" she yelled, panicked.

"We can discuss it while we do this." He pulled the zipper of her jacket down, peeled it off and threw it onto the floor. It lay there, silent witness to the actions Carlos was taking.

'What's going on?' she mused, growing more panicky. And that was the thing. She was hoping he'd say something to ease her anxiety. Instead, his actions just scared her even more.

Suddenly, he stopped, leaned forward and looked into her eyes. He said in a serious voice, "Deb, I've already given you plenty of time. We've been married for three years, and I never laid a finger on you. I don't care about the past, but from now on, I want you to be my woman, physically and mentally. Understand?"

She didn't think Carlos had it in him. He never so many words at a time. This was the most he'd said to her in awhile. Debbie, however, was focused on the sentence—"I want you to be my woman, physically and mentally."

'He's going to have sex with me?! What should I do? Should I turn him down?'

With a red face, she stammered, "I-I understand."

To be honest, she had already mentally prepared for this when they were in J City. After all, Carlos was her husband, and it was normal for couples to have sex. They would have done it there if it weren't for their argument—they couldn't agree on what position to use. But now, she wasn't so sure. She wanted to talk to him, not do the horizontal mambo.

And so far, Carlos had been nice to her. The only thing he did that really ticked her off was maintain a relationship with Megan. And even that could be forgiven, as long as none of them crossed the line. Problem was, she wasn't sure that they hadn't crossed that fabled line. He'd generally treated her well—he made sure she was well-taken care of financially, and sent Phillip and Julie to ensure she was okay. 'All right. Fine. I can do this. He's my husband, ' Debbie consoled herself internally.

But what Carlos said next sent chills down her spine.

"Don't be so nervous. This isn't your first time. I don't care whether you were top or bottom. But me, I have to be—" SMACK!

at all. And she lay there, watching his expression turn, and the moments

wife, damn it! She was his woman, and she had no right to turn him down. Not now. Not like this. Not after all he'd done for her. And now, she dared to lay her hand on him. 'She slapped me! Again?!' He couldn't hold back his anger anymore. It rose in him, threatening

that was not all. She now knew why he said "I don't care about the past." He didn't think she was a virgin.

was his wife, he had always believed she was

but tears streamed down her cheeks. These were not tears of joy.

bed and shouted, "You asshole!" That word hung in the air between them longer than either of them would like to admit. Each person believed they had been wronged, and that might

jacket and stormed

when suddenly she saw Tristan standing there. He had his

in no mood to talk to anyone. She bit her lips and ran towards the lift without saying a word. She couldn't. She just couldn't right

the tears? Did

only to see his boss come out of the lounge with a

before he sat on the couch and lit a

already seen him, Tristan couldn't just shut the door and leave. He swallowed hard and entered the office. He presented a file folder to Carlos and said, "Boss, I got

interrupted him impatiently. "I asked you to investigate my wife. Do you know anything

answered briefly, his head lowered. He knew he'd failed Carlos, and was ready to accept punishment if necessary. Carlos hadn't asked him to investigate Debbie's relationships with other boys; he didn't dare to do it without

and do what I told you to

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

attention to her

head and was on the point of leaving when he saw Carlos' face. A red mark? After a closer

Mrs. Huo slap

"Out!" Carlos thundered.

his seat. He took a moment to slow his breathing, and

gosh! This is the first time Mr. Huo has been this angry. Last time he blew his top when we lost an order worth one hundred million, but he

finally understood why Carlos had exiled Emmett to the construction site. Emmett probably sided with Debbie. Even so, Tristan considered it a smart move for Emmett to build a close relationship with Debbie, in

a taxi and proceeded to the university. But she changed her mind

took out her phone, opened the WeChat app and mentioned Kasie and Kristina

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