Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chapter 146 Love Letter

When Carlos left the meeting room, he took along with him the postcard that had magically changed his mood. As soon as he stepped out of the room, noisy sighs of relief filled the space; some executives almost cried out gratefully, especially the planning department.

"Phew! Thank God! We survived!" one of them exclaimed. "Not just that! Each of us gets twice our pay this month! Isn't this great?" someone responded excitedly.

Back in his office, sitting leisurely in his chair, Carlos couldn't help but re-read the words on the back of the postcard. Before he knew it, a smile had appeared on his face.

When he had finally savored the words long enough, he opened a folder on his desk and carefully put the postcard in the middle of it. It was made of poor quality paper, but it was his treasure nevertheless.

'Looks like this woman has started to take the initiative, ' he thought.

In Southon Village

It was getting dark. Debbie was jogging when she heard some noise ahead of her, which sounded like two people were having sex.

It was awkward, so she stopped her run and stayed away from them.

The reception was usually awful in the village. Unfortunately, she got signals at the spot she was at that moment and her phone started buzzing in her pocket. It was on vibration, so it didn't disturb the couple.

She hid behind a big tree to take care of the call. Panting for breath, she took out her phone and saw the familiar number.

Tears threatened to roll out of her eyes. 'This grumpy, hateful man! He has finally decided to call me!' she thought, gratified and angry. After wiping her moist eyes, she swiped her finger on the screen to answer the call, but she did not speak first. Their stupid fight was still fresh in her mind. "What are you doing?"

Carlos asked when she refused to say anything. His tone was flat. There was neither rage nor affection.

Debbie was mad because she was disappointed. This wasn't the attitude she had been expecting from him. She wanted to throw a tantrum, but she couldn't find a good excuse. "Having fun," she said, after a long pause.

Despite her sullen tone and short answer, Carlos smiled when he heard her voice. "I got it," he said.

"Huh?" She was perplexed. 'Got what?'

letter you wrote

fact-twisting capitalist!' Blushing, she corrected him, "It wasn't a letter. It was a postcard." She wouldn't write him a love letter

landscape of the village on them. She filled the little space with her scribble and had asked

postcard was a love letter from her, whether she admitted it or

trifling matter, he moved on. "How are you doing these days?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

lovebirds who seemed to have gotten more passionate. 'It's freezing cold outside. Why do they have to do it here? These people are

up and retraced the path while holding her phone to her ear.

life. The temperature dropped to at least ten degrees below zero at night. It

Her answer was more or less what

up without another word.

him to talk

hardly spoke three

her room, with a mad frown on her face. She couldn't stop thinking about Carlos. At last, she

answer. Debbie cursed him a hundred times in her head. "And? What was it?" she asked, trying

know

hear--to know that he cared. Her eyes reddened as she read his message. "I...I'm

been too busy because he replied very

flashed across

not

Why does he hate me so

was too angry to continue talking to him, but what he had said lingered on, bothering her immensely. The more she

"Okay.

while a thousand angry exclamation marks jumped around her head. 'Aargh! This

days in a row.

was one of them. Since he was so tall, it was funny to see him running among the kids. When he started running around

laughed while shouting, "Jared, tag Debbie! We

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