Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Avoiding Gus, Debbie found a quiet corner and sat down, looking blankly into the distance. She was immersed in deep thoughts. 'What's Carlos doing right now? I've been away for a few days. Has he been missing me?'

Since she was on a trip far away from the city, Debbie had left her diamond ring behind.

"Debbie."

Her train of thoughts was interrupted by a voice again and she snapped back into reality.

Debbie turned to look at the person and gave him a friendly smile. "Hi, Gregory." Gregory had helped her several times in the past few days and she felt the need to be polite to him though she did want to stay alone and allow herself to indulge in Carlos' memories.

Gregory sat down next to Debbie. "Why are you sitting here alone? Are you feeling cold?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"No, I'm okay."

She thought about her quarrel with Carlos a few days ago, so she wasn't in the mood to talk much. Gregory was a man of few words, so he didn't know what to say next either. Awkward silence filled the air.

He unwittingly stole glances at Debbie, who had loneliness written all over her face. Finally, he broke the silence and asked, "Debbie, you look upset. What happened?"

"Oh...Um... It's nothing, really." Not knowing how to explain what had happened, Debbie gave him an embarrassed smile and then suggested quickly, "Let's go and find the others!" Being alone with someone who had nothing in common with her made Debbie feel uncomfortable.

Gregory stood still, watching his favorite girl walk away from him. He had a lot of questions for her, but they were all stuck in his throat.

a position to ask such a private question. Left with no

they bumped into Gail, who was complaining to another girl about how dirty the village was. She was telling the girl that she was afraid of catching

been hearing Gail's constant complaint ever since the day they had arrived at Southon Village. Every time she felt like rambling, she would complain to

was talking to the other girl.

with hot water for you.

down shyly, she took the

soon as the boy was out of sight, Gail looked at the bag in her hands with contempt in

back her anger. There were times that she felt helpless. If she and Gail were to be really considered as enemies, then Debbie would have

had to concede to Gail no matter what.

no matter how bad her behavior was. She sighed inwardly and then walked up to her.

at Debbie's teasing. "Of course, I do. But what about you? Does a tomboy like you get anything at all from anyone? Boys never treat you well

Did all of the men have such bad taste in women? Shifting her gaze from Gregory to Debbie, Gail mocked, "You usually have a stupid puppet in tow, and now there is a weak lamb following you around. Debbie, where did

Jared? Then the weak lamb must be... Gregory?' Debbie thought and looked at the emotionless Gregory for a

on the tip of Debbie's tongue, but Gregory forestalled her. Without even sparing a glance at Gail, he said, "Being a tomboy means that the girl has a cute, honest and forthright personality. She is what she appears to be. And it's better to be a stupid puppet or a weak lamb than be a hypocritical bitch. Some people appear to be innocent and tender on the surface, but deep inside, they are dirty and vicious. I could never regard that

shy and quiet boy that Debbie was used to, Gregory was now provoking Gail aggressively. Even though he didn't spell out Gail's name, everyone knew clearly who the hypocritical bitch he was

words irritated Gail and stunned Debbie. Debbie had thought that Gregory was like a cute, docile pup which would never bite anyone. But now, he wasn't just biting. He was viciously tearing someone apart.

her face flushing red in anger, Gail pointed at Gregory with a trembling finger, unable to utter a single word. It took

I never said that I was talking about you. Don't get me wrong. Or do you actually