Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie squeezed Carlos' hands while listening attentively to each word he said.

"Decar..." she repeated the brand name.

Carlos kissed her on the lips and then gently stroked the tear stains on her face with his thumb. "Decar is the combination of Debbie and Carlos," he said tenderly.

'Decar...Debbie and Carlos... What a good name!'

Staring at him in a daze, Debbie cupped his face with her hands as if in a gentle gesture, only to pinch his cheeks so hard. Carlos was startled. "What's wrong?"

In a serious voice, she asked, "Did it hurt?"

He shook his head. "No."

"No? So I'm just daydreaming! Everything here is not real, right? What a good dream! I hope I'll never wake up," she said, pouting.

Carlos rolled his eyes at her.

As Debbie was still in a confused state, he led her to another room that was specially furnished for her—a gym.

There had been a gym in this villa previously but he had it renovated for her sake.

As Debbie was good at running, he had purchased a few new treadmills with different functions. He also had added other equipment, suitable for women.

The last room they visited was a spacious dancing and yoga studio. On one side of the room was a French window facing a lawn. The other three walls were covered with floor to ceiling mirrors, giving the room an illusion of even bigger space.

A few pieces of hammocks and swing straps for doing anti-gravity yoga dangled from the ceiling. Beautiful yoga mats and yoga balls completed the list of accessories. It was a fully furnished yoga studio that would rival any professional clubs around.

Just a feel of the studio would excite even those who didn't have interest in yoga.

Affectionately, he pulled her into his arms and said, "Just hold on a little

forever...' Debbie felt

lawn under the sunlight, probably with one or two kids and a cat or a dog playing around. A happy smile crept across her face as she thought about such a warm

arrived at the gate, Carlos grabbed her hand and pressed her finger on the fingerprint lock to collect and identify her data.

be for recreational purposes. Carlos had chosen that building and renovated it into a music studio, a lipstick lab, a gym

open. But barely had she set a foot in when out of the blue an "attacker" charged at them. "Be careful!" she shouted. On reflex, she lifted her right leg and was about to kick hard, only for Carlos to push her aside. He caught the "attacker" in his arms, leaving

"attacker" was a dog, she rolled

at Debbie, but

very good at taking instructions, so I thought you'd have a great companion, especially for your morning or

She had never been fond of dogs or any pets for that matter. All her touching feelings vanished into thin air now. With her lips pursed, she said rather snappishly, "Well, maybe I'd like to, but not now, please! And no matter how fast it runs,

with an

you see how

"Well, why not give this damn

time?" 'It seems quite close to Carlos. I thought it was a pet that he had kept for long,

a few days before you went

of a sudden?" Debbie squatted down and reached out her hand. She wanted to touch its head. It was actually cute, with white and silky

suddenly stood up and walked away. It

It's a silly dog, just

again. 'This dog is not silly but quite clever! It knew I was rebuking it!' Debbie murmured in her

here with you,

frowned. "What? It's so troublesome. Not

dog needs regular exercise. Almost daily.

and stared at him. "I bet the last sentence is the whole point you're driving at, right?" Her face flushed red when she remembered him teasing that she couldn't keep

confirm the suspicion, he was smiling when her curious eyes met his. "Yes.

'It's not that I am weak, but