Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"No, Kasie didn't sleep here last night, but I do have a funny story about her!" Debbie said as she threw the wrappings of her heating pad into the bin and sat on her chair. "She asked her dad for ten thousand dollars yesterday to pay for some VIP membership. Her dad, though, accidentally transferred a hundred thousand dollars instead! Right after she received the money, she felt scared that her dad might ask her to wire the ninety thousand back. So, she blacklisted him right away! She had much fun in a club last night, I'm guessing!"

"Hahahaha!" Kristina burst into laughter. "I guess her dad will come to school to teach her a lesson today," she replied as she got out of bed and began to get dressed.

"Maybe he will. He already complained that Kasie's monthly expenses are way above average," Debbie said.

Suddenly, Kristina realized something and eyed Debbie from head to toe. "You were in a bad mood just last night! Now, you're bubbly like a spring flower. Let me guess. Did you see your husband this morning?" she asked suspiciously.

Debbie looked so much better now than she had yesterday. She was clearly in a bad mood even when she and Jared set off to the club she worked at. But now, she was smiling and was sporting a very sunny disposition.

Kristina didn't believe that it was all because of that funny story.

"Mmm... I saw him this morning," Debbie replied. She didn't plan to keep it from Kristina, anyway. Besides, she and Kristina were currently alone in the dorm room. Their other classmate, Kasie, and their three other roommates, who had different majors, were all out for classes.

"Tell me the details. Did you apologize to him or—" Kristina knew that they had fought and why so she was eager to know how it turned out.

Debbie rolled her eyes. "Hmph! He apologized to me, of course!" she snorted.

Kristina giggled. She put her hand on her friend's shoulder and said, "Debbie, you just made a proud CEO like Carlos Huo beg for your forgiveness. Now, I believe that he must really love you."

"He was wrong so he apologized. I don't see anything unusual about that," Debbie replied. 'It's all because of Megan Lan!'

she thought angrily.

"Oh, come on. Don't be so stubborn. Anyway, I'm gonna wash my face and brush my teeth. Let's talk more later!" Kristina said as she stood to go to the lavatory.

"All right," Debbie said.

She and Kristina had lunch together in the school canteen at noon. Debbie found herself fixating on a couple that sat near their table. The boy and the girl looked as if they were existing in their own world. They touched and kissed as if no one was looking. Somehow, this made Debbie miss her husband, Carlos. So, she put her chopsticks down and proceeded to send him a message on WeChat. "Hey, Mr. Handsome. I want milk tea."

His

whether he was going to add something. To her disappointment,

minutes later while Debbie and Kristina were on their way to the dorm that

Debbie

know when you

Carlos texted back.

pocket and turned to Kristina. "I have to deal with something urgent.

could reply, she already dashed

retreating figure, Kristina took a bite off her baked sausage and mused, 'Dixon, a straight-A student, is busy studying for his final exams and has no time to date me. I am such

arriving at Curtis' office, Debbie knocked.

skipped a beat. 'Carlos

and the sight of her dear husband welcomed her instead of the original occupant of the office.

are you

handed her a paper bag. "Your milk tea," he

blushed. She had missed him and only wanted to exchange messages with him on WeChat. She had actually expected him to reply something like "Buy one if you want" when she

to go to Curtis' office, and guessed that he might have sent someone else to buy milk tea for her. Her eyes turned red. "It's so cold outside! You didn't have to come here. You should have had one of your assistants bring this for you," she choked, holding back

stroked her hair and said, "I'm fine. Emmett drove me here. Drink it while it's

a straw through the cover and took a sip. Her eyes lit up at the taste. "This is it! My favorite flavor! Old man, how did you know

was her favorite and she would never get tired of

happy made him smile. Instead of answering her question,

she put the

was obsessively tidy. He might not be willing to use the same straw. She quickly withdrew her

just about to take a

she said

and looked her in the eye. Then, much to her surprise, he raised

sweet. Remember to rinse your

could not help but ask. She knew he was a neat freak. His bedroom and bathroom were spotlessly clean. She avoided