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 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 filled Elsie in on all the essential and necessary information.

trying not to scream out. When she spoke again,

that Ivan used to be involved with is

in jail?" Elsie could hardly take in and register all this information. She felt

with all this, but I feel great pity for Debbie.

his meaning. The last sentence was the key point of his phone call.

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

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

next time. Goodbye." The moment the call was disconnected, Elsie slumped back against

neighborhood of Y

go back home after leaving the party midway. However, Ivan convinced her

then he suddenly glanced at her

the passenger seat, Kasie looked across and

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

able to stand up to

at the scenery outside the car window,

Ivan was confused.

his

was quite happy because Debbie would have

sad about getting

He smiled and instead of explaining anything to her, he requested, "Call

"Why?" she asked.

broadened. He could see a bright future

drive me back home." Kasie had

going to need the

him, speechless. Did he really take her

called her mother. Putting on a relaxed voice, she said, "Mom, I'm at my friend's house. I've had a bit of wine, so I'll spend the night

time that her daughter had stayed overnight at a friend's

stayed overnight with a man?" Kasie lied, her eyes darting around with guilt. Typically, she would have hung up impatiently after her mother's string of questions.