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?"

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 the essential

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

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

register all this information. She

desk, Carlos concluded, "Yes. I didn't mean to bother you with all this, but I feel great

was the key point of his phone

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

you have time to visit Y City someday, I would be happy

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

a neighborhood of

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

the snack, Ivan drove towards his apartment, and then he suddenly glanced at her and said, "Debbie and

across and asked, "Why? Because

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

one would be able to stand up to

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

Ivan was

his profile. "You. Are you

Ivan was quite happy because Debbie would have a bright future with Carlos

sad

he requested, "Call your parents. Think of an

"Why?" she asked.

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

then drive me back home." Kasie had

I'm going to need the whole night

speechless. Did he really take

she said, "Mom, I'm at my friend's house. I've had a bit

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

darting around with guilt. Typically, she would have hung up impatiently after