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?"

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 filled Elsie in on all

shocking news. She took a deep breath, trying not to scream out. When she spoke again,

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

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

desk, Carlos concluded, "Yes. I didn't mean to bother you with all this, but I feel great pity for Debbie. I hope you can stop Ivan from hurting her and

was the key point

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

you. I'm sorry for disturbing your rest. If you have time to

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

neighborhood

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

towards his apartment, and then he suddenly glanced at her

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

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

be able to stand up to

outside the car window, Kasie asked

Ivan was

his profile. "You. Are

happy because Debbie

sad

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

"Why?" she asked.

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

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

need the whole

gaped at him, speechless. Did he really

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

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

Mom, when have I 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. However,