Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie decided to take the bus back to the villa so she could change out of her blood-stained pants. She didn't dare take a taxi out of fear that blood might be left behind on the car seat.

Stepping onto the bus, she decided it would be best to stand in the back so that the other passengers wouldn't notice the blood on her light-colored pants. Luckily, everyone kept to themselves and no one seemed to notice anything was amiss. When the bus pulled up to her stop, Debbie quickly hopped off and walked for about fifteen minutes before finally reaching the gates of the villa zone.

Ignoring the aching of her stomach, she walked briskly towards the villa as to avoid crossing paths with the others who lived there.

Upon arriving at the villa, she opened the gate and heaved a heavy sigh of relief. It felt safer to finally be inside a familiar place. Quickly changing her shoes, Debbie quietly made her way into the living room, crossing her fingers that there was no one around. Luckily, the living room was empty. All she could hear was the sounds of Julie cooking in the adjacent kitchen.

Her luck was soon cut short, however, as Carlos walked down the stairs. The girl froze, hoping that he wouldn't look in her direction. But it was too late; he was staring at her intently.

Ignoring the man, she pushed past him, and tried to run up the stairs.

"Stop!" Carlos demanded. The anger in his voice caused Debbie to pause and look at the man.

Her stomach ached again, however, and it was a reminder that she needed to get upstairs. Turning her back on Carlos, she continued to make her way up the stairs.

Before she could get away, Carlos grabbed her arm. "What is wrong with you?" he asked. There was obvious worry and confusion in his steady voice.

Puzzled by this, Debbie turned to look at him.

He was staring at her blood-stained pants!

Her face suddenly went hot and red with shame. Needing to get out of here, Debbie tried to pull her arm out of his grip. "Let me go! It has nothing to do with you!"

The hand gripping her arm remained tight. "What happened?" Carlos asked again. "Did you get hurt?"

"I didn't..." Debbie hesitated, trying to find the right words to say to reassure him. But before she could finish her sentence, Carlos pulled her towards him. Yelling in protest, Debbie fell into his strong arms. "I'm taking you to the hospital now!" he announced firmly.

'What is wrong with her?' Carlos mused. 'She's bleeding, and instead of going to the hospital, she is running up the stairs to her room. What does she want to do?'

"No! Don't take me to the hospital! Let go of me! Listen—" Debbie was getting angry, as her pleas were continuously ignored.

Disregarding her resistance, Carlos scooped Debbie up in his arms and carried her towards the gates. While he was changing his shoes, she explained in a hurry, "I didn't get hurt, Carlos. My aunt Flo is visiting."

looked at her in confusion. "Aunt Flo? You have an aunt named Flo?" 'And what does her aunt Flo have

"No, I don't have an aunt called Flo. My period is

"Your period?"

was obvious that Carlos still didn't understand.

open the gate and take her outside, she couldn't bear it anymore

noticeably

on the floor. Luckily, Debbie was quick enough

his hands as if checking for blood. It was the first time he had been in such an awkward situation; he didn't know

angered by his childish reaction. She had made an effort

expression, Debbie walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Carlos, however, continued to

shower and gotten

dining hall. Debbie was about to exit the villa

her hands, Julie walked out of the kitchen and towards the girl with a smile. "Mrs. Huo, Mr. Huo said you're on your

turned to look at the man, who was intently reading the newspaper as if not

I'd better drink it first. I don't want to be rude.' Debbie walked toward the dining table and sat down. Seeing the hot soup

still warm. What do you want to eat

I'll have lunch in the school canteen. You can go home when you finish your work." Debbie didn't plan to go back to the villa to have lunch, and she hadn't made up her mind as to whether she would sleep in the villa or

said. After placing a bowl of porridge on the table, Julie went into the kitchen to continue her

breakfast made Debbie feel

table, she picked up her backpack and walked towards the

Not wanting to walk in this weather, she was about to take out her phone to call Matan, her driver assigned by Carlos, when suddenly she heard Carlos' low voice. "Get in the

the curb. Emmett got out and

holding the car door open for her, she said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Huo, but I'm good. I'm calling

then stepped back from the car, ignoring the

so brave to turn

her towards the car, and pushed her into the back

then slid into the back seat of the car

secretly gave Carlos a