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?"

to 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 all of this because I have seen it all with my own eyes. I'm not telling lies." Carlos cut to the chase and

She took a deep breath, trying

be involved with is now locked up behind bars. He was

and register all this information. She felt like she didn't know her son at

concluded, "Yes. I didn't mean to bother you with all this, but I feel great pity for Debbie. I hope you can stop

sentence was the key point of his

a shaky voice, "I understand, Mr. Huo.

for disturbing your rest. If you have time to visit Y City someday, I would be happy

Mr. Huo. I hope we can meet up next time. Goodbye." The moment the call was disconnected, Elsie slumped back against the bedhead and was silent with a worried

neighborhood of Y

wanted to go back home after leaving the party midway. However, Ivan convinced her to go out with

drove towards his apartment, and then he suddenly glanced

looked across and asked, "Why? Because

noticed the subtle expression on Carlos' face at the party. He believed that Carlos had already regained his memory. 'Undoubtedly, I'll be Carlos' first

stand

car window,

was confused.

turned to look at his

happy because Debbie would

sad about getting

of explaining anything to her, he requested, "Call

"Why?" she asked.

bright future with Kasie too. "I have something to

drive me back home." Kasie had a rough idea of what he wanted

going to need the whole night to say it

Did he really

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

routinely. It wasn't the first time that her daughter had

her eyes darting around with guilt. Typically, she would have hung up impatiently after her mother's string of questions.