Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"I'll ask the store to send fewer clothes next time. Why don't you accept all these clothes for now?" Carlos said indifferently. Debbie nodded obediently. But little did she know that the clothing store would send her even more clothes the next time. And there were already many new clothes in her wardrobe that she hadn't had the chance to wear.

One day, Julie came upon Debbie who was about to throw a down coat into the washing machine. She ran hysterically towards her and grabbed the coat from her. She looked shocked beyond belief. "Debbie, this coat is worth more than a hundred thousand dollars and it requires special treatment. We should call the laundry service to take care of it."

Debbie was too shocked to utter a single word. More than a hundred thousand dollars? For a coat?

She was dumbfounded by how much money rich people spent on clothes.

'Carlos Huo spends his money left, right and center!'

she thought.

In the following days, Debbie went to the bar to make money whenever Carlos was working over time and couldn't make it back home in time.

She finally had enough money to buy the thing which she had longed for.

She went to Shining International Plaza alone one day without being noticed by Carlos and bought the thing. With a pleased smile, she decided to take a stroll around the plaza. Upon seeing a lingerie shop, she remembered something and went in.

Twenty minutes later, she walked out of the shop with a small shopping bag in her hand.

On her way back to the villa, she received a phone call. "Hi, Colleen. What's up?"

"Hi, Debbie. I'm great. Listen, Megan is going to a dinner party tomorrow evening. Do you know who her partner is? So many people already know about it!"

"Uh no..." Debbie didn't give a damn about Megan. She just wished the girl would vanish from her and Carlos' life.

Sighing in defeat, Colleen said, "I knew it. Debbie, you should pay more attention to her. She has long been telling people that Carlos would be her date."

with Megan? The very thought about Megan clinging on to her husband made Debbie feel uncomfortable.

about Megan being Carlos' date tomorrow evening. They kept sucking up to her because they think that it's their chance to get closer to Carlos. It made me sick! Debbie, this is not some ordinary

mean?" Debbie was completely confused.

The reason why I'm telling you this is that I don't want to see Megan play her dirty tricks

what she wanted? 'Of course not!' Debbie's mind yelled. Not a single woman in the world would willingly give away their husband to another

such a bitch! She used to do the same thing to me and Curtis. I really hate her. Curtis and I had a lot of unwanted fights because of her. Debbie, you must not let her destroy your relationship with Carlos,

was still in a trance, trying to process

just go for it. I believe you can win

Still no response.

that I told you. He won't be mad at me

finally found her voice, though she was still very confused. "Colleen, please hold on. You've dumped so much information on me that

Take your time. If you ever need me, please feel

me wrong! He loves only you. I mean...he treats me like his own sister. No, he treats me like his own daughter! Do you understand what I'm saying?" Debbie asked. Both Curtis and Colleen had always treated Debbie so well that Debbie was dying to know the reason behind their

trying to explain. I understand. I know how much Curtis loves me. I also know why he treats you well. But I think it would be best if

tell me. It makes me feel rather uneasy. Please Colleen, just

neither hates you nor does he intend to do you any harm. You don't need to feel uneasy. So just let it go for now, okay? What you need to pay attention to right now is the dinner party tomorrow

pouted her

free

"Sure. Thank you, Colleen."

"No problem. Bye, Debbie."

the study to teach her advanced mathematics. During the class, she couldn't help but think about the dinner party the

that's it for today's class. Now, you've been stealing glances at me for so long. Just say it. What

read my mind now?' She frowned, a

pried, "Are you free tomorrow