Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos continued, "Megan was only twelve at the time and she watched her parents die. The horror was too much for even Wesley and me to bear, let alone for her, who was only a little girl. Stimulated by what had happened in front of her, her asthma had come back. She was taken to hospital soon enough to just save her life. It was a painful day for everyone. She could have died that day..."

Imagining the horrible scene, which was even difficult for a tough guy like Carlos to describe, Debbie immediately felt sympathetic towards Megan.

She now thought that Carlos had done the right thing by saving the girl this time, though he had gotten himself badly wounded.

Debbie banished all the negative feelings in her heart and said, "I'll go check if the doctor has come." Then she turned and walked towards the door.

Carlos didn't stop her. He slowly passed out as Debbie walked down the stairs.

A few minutes later, Debbie came back to the room with the doctor at her heels. As she saw the man lying there, motionless, his eyes closed, her body went stiff with uncontrollable fear. She ran over to the bed to check on him, and she saw that the bed was soaked with the blood from his wounds. "Car...Carlos," she called. Tears welled up in her eyes the minute Carlos' name escaped her lips.

"Wake up! Please don't scare me like this."

She patted his face softly, trying to wake him up. "I'll be good. I'll attend all the classes you've arranged for me. I'll do everything you've asked me to do. Just wake up. Please!" she begged.

Carlos' eyes slowly fluttered open. Looking at the wailing girl by his bedside, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Really?"

Debbie stopped crying and nodded repeatedly. She sighed, relieved to hear his voice. "Yes, I promise. Just don't go passing out on me again, okay?"

The doctor got everything ready for his immediate treatment. "Mr. Huo, I'll stop the bleeding first," he said, swiftly getting to work on Carlos' wounds.

A trace of smile appeared on Carlos' pale face when he looked at Debbie's tear-stained face. "Be a good girl now and don't cry anymore. Wait for me outside, all right?"

To get out of the doctor's way so that he could efficiently do his job without any disturbances, she left the room quietly and waited outside.

Strong feelings surged inside her which she felt she had to share. Too anxious to wait to see her friends in person, Debbie decided to talk to them on the phone right away. She typed a confession into her message box. "I think I have fallen for Carlos Huo."

respond. "Isn't that quite normal? He's perfect! Even though I have a boyfriend,

on in her mind at that moment. She had to spill it all out. She continued to type, "He has arranged a lot of classes for me. Although I don't like any of them, so far I have gone

at the phone screen. She had always hoped that sparks would fly between Debbie

what my favorite food is and always asks Julie to cook whatever I like. He knows that I have a huge appetite, but he never complains about me eating too much or worries about me getting fat. And when we got out, he ordered so

other day, her friends could tell that Carlos treated her

but when we are alone, he is

to connect the word 'gentle' to Carlos. 'Gentle? Mr. Huo? What's

good friends, so when he buys VIP cards for me, he never forgets

of them had more than ten VIP passes to all kinds of fancy places.

so mad when another woman sat in the passenger seat of his car. I got mad when

' Jared thought

rescued me. I didn't tell him this at the time, but I was really touched by his care

the person who saves them in an emergency.' In Debbie's case, that person was Carlos. There

much when I saw him wounded. All my

everyone wondered when they

is my husband, he is handsome and he has the most perfect body. After he found out that I'm his wife, he did everything in my interest. Why am

"Your head is fine. Maybe you're just frigid

expelled by Kasie's words. She looked at her

the Rolling On The

emojis and mentioned Kasie in her next text, "You're the one who is frigid in bed." Every time they got down to have sex, she was as eager as

she was so stunned sometimes that she suspected

didn't want

eyes again. She turned to look at the closed door beyond which Carlos was lying wounded; she thought of

her husband