Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"What?" Carlos asked, confused.

He walked to Debbie and saw the news on her phone. Without any change in his expression, he locked the phone screen and said, "I'm not that bored. Colleen tipped the reporters off."

'Huh? Colleen?'

And then Debbie remembered it. She had asked Colleen to help her find out which hotel was Carlos' favorite.

"Will this have a negative impact on you?" she asked in worry.

Carlos held her close to his body and said, "I slept with my wife. What's wrong with that?" According to him, there was nothing unnatural happening. They were married and they just happened to have spent a night together in a hotel. He didn't have any reason to demand the news be deleted as he had done before.

During their lunch, Debbie kept checking her phone screen, hoping to learn how things were going outside. No sooner had she clicked on the news than Carlos said, "Eat." Debbie put the phone down without complaining.

After the meal, Debbie secretly replied to her friends' messages while Carlos was talking on the phone.

"Don't worry. I was the one with Carlos last night."

Her friends were shocked. One after another they posted the Blood Vomiting emoji.

Debbie clicked on the news on Weibo, which claimed that Megan was stood up at the party because Mr. Huo was on a date with a mystery woman at a hotel. The news also said that the two hadn't left the room all night and that Carlos' phone wasn't switched on until noon the next day.

Carlos had some clothes brought to the room. After getting changed, Debbie walked over to him and asked, "What do we do now?"

Calm as usual, Carlos simply straightened his clothes and pulled her into his arms. "Are you still sore?" he asked. She was walking funny, he noticed.

Debbie flushed. After hearing his question, she realized that the soreness had indeed not gone yet.

She nodded. The next second, Carlos picked her up in his arms and asked, "Do you need to see a doctor?"

with embarrassment,

that every woman had to go through. She knew that she would be

home before I go to the

"Okay."

packed with reporters. The paparazzi

would be covered up immediately. And both the reporter and the press would pay the price for even getting

didn't respond to the news as it spread

Debbie had never seen so many reporters at one place before. She kept her face buried in Carlos' chest. All the press could see was the figure of the girl in her pink down jacket, wearing

between them, everyone was convinced that the

rushed to the door to maintain order and keep the reporters at a

arms and what his relationship with her was. Out

last night. But you didn't attend the party. Who is this woman in your

are you

Huo, is this the other woman who

"

did she become 'the other woman'?

the while, but the reporters' last question made him halt next to the car. He cast a sharp glance at the reporter who had asked that question and the man almost fell to the ground.

say this once. Megan Lan is my niece. The girl in my arms

among the reporters. They all wondered about the kind of woman who was lucky enough to be Carlos' woman. But since Debbie kept her face hidden, they

the car, Emmett closed the door and told the reporters in a formulaic way, "This is Mr. Huo's personal matter. Please focus your attention

her head until they were out of sight. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you all this trouble. I shouldn't have booked the room," she said in

that getting a room with her husband was such a big

will help publicize the new

honesty, he was not fond of advertising new products by hyping his personal affairs. As for today's news, he didn't think he owed anybody

soothed Debbie.