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?"

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

as saucers at the shocking news. She took a deep breath, trying not to scream out. When she spoke

to be involved with is now locked

take in and register all this information. She felt like she

on the desk, Carlos concluded, "Yes. I didn't mean to bother you with all this, but I feel great pity for Debbie. I hope

his meaning. The last sentence was the

and said in a shaky voice, "I understand, Mr. Huo. Thank you

welcome, Mrs. Wen. I should be thanking you. I'm sorry for disturbing your rest. If you have time to visit Y

you, Mr. Huo. I hope we can meet up next time. Goodbye." The moment the call was

a neighborhood of

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

he suddenly glanced at her and

seat, Kasie looked across and asked, "Why? Because of Mr.

Carlos had already regained his memory. 'Undoubtedly, I'll be Carlos' first target to deal with.' At the thought of that, Ivan sighed and smiled helplessly.

be able to stand up to

car window, Kasie asked in a gloomy

was confused.

his profile.

contrary, Ivan was quite happy because Debbie would have a bright

you sad

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

"Why?" she asked.

could see a bright future with Kasie too. "I have something to tell

me back home." Kasie had a rough

I'm going to need the whole

gaped at him, speechless. Did he really take her

mother. Putting on a relaxed voice, she said, "Mom, I'm at my

Which friend? Do I know your friend? Is it a boy or girl?" Mia asked routinely. It wasn't the first time that her daughter had stayed overnight at a friend's house. Each time, Kasie would call her to let her know so

with guilt. Typically, she would have hung up impatiently after her mother's string of questions. However, she didn't dare to now that she was telling her a lie.