Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"Boo...hoo... Carlos Huo, Mr. Huo, Mr. Handsome, I'm sorry. I made a mistake." Debbie held on to a holding bar near the elevator and cried, refusing to take another step forward.

Carlos ignored her pleas and dragged her into the cinema nonchalantly.

The moment they were inside, the cinema was bustling with moviegoers, but the manager received Carlos as soon as he appeared at the entrance and ushered them towards the biggest theater.

When the manager left, Debbie held Carlos by the waist and pleaded again, "Mr. Handsome, I realized that I was wrong and I won't do it again. Please, can we go now? It's creepy to watch horror movies at night. It may kill me. Let's go home. Please, please."

Carlos was unmoved and still acted indifferent. After dragging her to the center of the theater, he made her sit next to him.

The movie started soon. A scene of a dark graveyard first came into view. It made Debbie's blood run cold. "Carlos Huo, I have apologized. Why are you still doing this? I won't drink again, okay? Can you just forgive me, please?"

Debbie shifted her eyes away from the screen to Carlos. But the sound effects of the movie made her heartbeat quicken. She covered her ears tightly with her hands. For a while, it helped, but soon her hands and wrists went sore. Phobia and horror were driving her crazy. She had begged and pleaded, but the man seemed heartless to ignore her. "Carlos Huo, you are a freak! I'm fed up with you! I will divorce you! I will! Let's go get a divorce now!" She lost her temper.

"Sit well," the man said after giving her a cold glance.

Debbie stood up defiantly from her seat and tried to shut out the horrible sounds. "If you want to stay, fine! Stay! I'm leaving!" She threw the 8D glasses far enough out of sheer anger.

'I hate him! I hate his evil guts! I'll divorce him, no matter what!' Debbie thought as she stormed towards the exit of the theater.

To her dismay, the door was locked from outside. She slammed the door anxiously for a long while, but no one came to her rescue.

Frustrated, she stomped angrily on the floor, covered her ears, closed her eyes, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Carlos Huo, you asshole! Let me out! Let me out now!"

She yelled and cursed. However, all her efforts were futile as if none of her words came across. Carlos remained nonchalant, sitting there, eyes on the screen.

Finally, Debbie had enough and started crying. "I want to get out... I don't want to be here... Hoo...hoo... I said I am sorry. Why are you so mean?" He had taken her to a cemetery one evening and scared the life out of her. Now he was forcing her to watch a horror movie in the middle of the night. She hated him with all her soul.

Before she knew it, Carlos was already standing in front of her. "Will you ever drink again?" he asked the sobbing girl who sat on the floor.

As long as she could get out of the cinema, for now, she would just say whatever he wanted to hear. "No, I won't. I promise, not ever," she replied, while what she actually thought was, 'Carlos Huo is a son of a bitch.'

yourself into trouble

chance, I'll have

to study overseas

time, no response.

"Go or not?"

"Okay, I'll go."

door was opened soon. Carlos and Debbie walked out of the theater

ran to her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind

got tired from crying, she took out her phone and clicked on the Moments on WeChat and posted an update. "God damn it! It's torture when

she didn't intend to sleep. After a refreshing bath, she called Jared and whined about Carlos Huo over the phone for an hour. Jared was so tired of hearing it he almost fell asleep.

promised Carlos she would stay out of trouble, but she didn't say that she would stop

"Where to?"

Country. Are you going with

Debbie had

you don't see me at school tomorrow, it means I have gone

last remark made Jared nervous. "You are going on a trip and you're keeping it from Carlos Huo? Are you

going to get a divorce

come to Debbie until the wee hours

a knock on the door alerted her. Cold sweats dripped from her forehead as she was totally frightened. She snapped her eyes open and asked, "Who

voice was

door." It was Carlos. Debbie bit her

from inside, Carlos

"No!"

the window, there's

and opened it. Seeing her red eyes, Carlos realized that she had been crying. He felt bad about it but said nothing. He walked past her and lay in her bed.

you doing?" she asked angrily.

he simply