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."

Flo?" 'And what does her

her eyes at him. "No, I don't

"Your period?"

that Carlos still didn't

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

walking, noticeably

dropped on the floor. Luckily, Debbie was quick enough to steady

emotionless face, Carlos looked at both of his hands as if checking for blood. It was the first time he had

relax. There is no blood on your hands or on your clothes!" Debbie snapped, angered by his childish reaction. She had made an effort not to let her blood dirty his hands

up the stairs to her bedroom. Carlos,

gotten changed,

dining hall. Debbie was about to exit the

hands, Julie walked out of the kitchen and towards the girl with a smile. "Mrs. Huo, Mr. Huo said you're on your period and asked me to make a bowl of hot ginger soup for

look at the

don't want to be rude.' Debbie walked toward the dining table and sat down. Seeing the hot soup in front of her, she gave

it's still warm. What do

canteen. You can go home when you finish your work." Debbie didn't plan to go back to the villa

Then have your breakfast," Julie said. After placing a bowl of porridge on the table, Julie

hot, yummy breakfast made Debbie

dishes on the table, she picked up her backpack and walked towards

swirls of snow across the sidewalk. 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

could say anything, his black Emperor car pulled up by the curb. Emmett got out and

a smile. Turning to Carlos, who was already holding the car door open for her, she said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Huo, but I'm

from the

was left speechless. He looked back and forth between her and Carlos awkwardly. 'Were they fighting again?' he wondered. 'Mrs. Huo is so brave to turn Mr. Huo down

strode towards Debbie, grabbed her wrist, pulled her towards the car, and pushed her

slid into the back seat

Carlos a thumbs-up. 'Well