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?"

Wen, there's no easy way 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

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

to be involved with is now locked up behind bars. He was accused of instigating and

Elsie could hardly take in and register all this information. She felt like she didn't know her son at all.

feel great

meaning. The last sentence was the key

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

Mrs. Wen. I should be thanking you. I'm sorry for disturbing your rest. If you have time

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

neighborhood

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

suddenly glanced at her and

looked across and

believed that Carlos had already regained his memory. 'Undoubtedly,

able to stand up to

outside the car window, Kasie asked in a gloomy tone,

was confused.

look at his profile. "You. Are

contrary, Ivan was quite happy

sad about

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

"Why?" she asked.

see a bright future with Kasie

drive me back home." Kasie had a rough idea

to need the whole night

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

said, "Mom, I'm at my friend's house. I've had a bit of wine, so I'll spend the night

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 she

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