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?"

stammered with embarrassment,

process that every woman had to go through. She knew that she would be fine after getting some rest.

drive you home before

"Okay."

her shock, the entrance of the hotel was packed with reporters. The paparazzi

immediately. And both the reporter and the press would pay

however, there was no interference from his side. ZL Group didn't respond to the news as it spread like wildfire. It looked like both the company

the reporters carrying Debbie in his arms. Cameras were flashing left and right. Questions rang out from all sides relentlessly. 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 a bun. One thing was clear—the girl was pretty

the intimacy between them, everyone was convinced that the news

the door to maintain order and keep the reporters at a

arms and what his relationship with her was. Out of nowhere, a reporter brought up Megan. "Mr. Huo, how do you define your relationship with

night. But you didn't attend the party. Who is this woman in your arms? What's your

Huo, are you

the other woman who stands between you and

"

furious. How did she

next to the car. He cast a sharp glance at the reporter who had asked that question and the man almost fell

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

was lucky enough to be Carlos'

"This

sight. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you all this trouble. I shouldn't have booked the room," she said in a low

that getting a room with her husband was such a big deal.

will help publicize the

by hyping his personal affairs. As for today's news, he didn't think he owed anybody an explanation.

soothed Debbie.