Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"Old man... Mr. Handsome, are you okay? Why are you staring at me that way?" Debbie noticed the ocean of mixed emotions in Carlos' eyes and the complicated look on his face. She felt anxious, and her heart pounded hard in her chest.

Carlos kept gazing at her and still said nothing.

All he wanted to do was quietly admire her, hug her, feel her warmth, and kiss her.

That was just what he did. He embraced Debbie, holding her tightly to him and began kissing her tenderly. The kiss was soft, full of love and affection, unlike his usual imperious and hungry kisses. Debbie was taken aback by his show of affection and gentleness.

After the unexpected kiss, Debbie was left breathless. She swallowed nervously and stammered, "Have...have you done anything wrong to me?"

Carlos gazed at her and smiled. He stroked the strand of hair near her ear and said, "Go and bathe now. I'm going to make a call."

"Hmm. Okay!" Debbie nodded. She wanted to take a moment to be alone and calm herself down.

Carlos let go of her. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Debbie go toward the bathroom. Every step of the way, Debbie kept turning back to Carlos, trying to spot anything suspicious. When she finally entered the bathroom, Carlos returned to his cold self again and left the bedroom.

He went straight to the study and called Frankie.

"Give me the phone number of Ivan's mom." It would have been better for Frankie to call Ivan's mom for him. But now he urgently needed to handle everything concerning Debbie, in person.

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

A few minutes later, Carlos received the number and called Elsie at once. "Good evening Mrs. Wen. This is Carlos Huo speaking. I'm sorry to bother you this late at night."

'Carlos Huo?'

Elsie was suddenly caught by surprise from the unexpected call from Carlos. She hastily sat up on the bed and turned the bed lamp on while kicking her husband to wake up. "Hello, Mr. Huo. It's okay. We aren't sleeping yet. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes, there is. It's something very important."

Elsie became tense. "What is it?"

tell you this, so please prepare yourself for what I'm about to tell you. Ivan took advantage of my memory loss to marry my wife, but he doesn't love Debbie at all. He loves men. After marrying Debbie, he doesn't treat her well. He's even romantically involved with Debbie's best friend, Kasie. Mrs. Wen, I know

breath, trying not to scream out. When she spoke again, her

But please rest assured, Mrs. Wen. The man that Ivan used to be involved with is now locked up behind bars. He was accused of instigating and aiding others to

could hardly take in and register all this information.

bother you with all this, but I feel great pity for Debbie. I hope you can stop

was the key point of his phone call.

compose herself and said in a shaky voice, "I

your rest. If you have time to visit Y City someday,

up next time. Goodbye." The moment the call was disconnected, Elsie

a neighborhood of Y

wanted to go back home after leaving the party midway. However, Ivan convinced her to go out with him for a late-night snack.

the snack, Ivan drove towards his apartment, and then he suddenly glanced at her

the passenger seat, Kasie looked across

had already regained his memory. 'Undoubtedly, I'll be Carlos' first target

one would be able to stand up to the overbearing

car window, Kasie asked

Ivan was

turned to look at his profile.

I feel sad?" On the contrary, Ivan was quite happy because Debbie would have a bright future with Carlos

sad about

her, he requested, "Call your parents. Think of an excuse and tell them that

"Why?" she asked.

smile broadened. He could see a bright future with Kasie too. "I have something to

home." Kasie had a rough

going to need the whole night to

gaped at him, speechless. Did he really take her for a

she pulled out her phone and called her mother. Putting on a relaxed voice, she said, "Mom, I'm at my

your friend? Is it a boy or girl?" Mia asked routinely. It wasn't the first time that her daughter had

man?" Kasie lied, her eyes darting around with guilt. Typically, she would have hung up impatiently after her mother's string of questions. However, she didn't dare