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."

confusion. "Aunt Flo? You have an aunt named Flo?" 'And what does her aunt Flo have anything to do with

her eyes at him. "No, I don't have an aunt called Flo. My

"Your period?"

obvious that Carlos

shook his head. When he was about to open the gate and take her outside, she couldn't bear it anymore and blurted, "Menstruation! Do you understand

stopped walking, noticeably stiffening

her down immediately. More precisely, she was dropped on the floor. Luckily, Debbie was quick enough

Carlos looked at both of his hands as if checking for blood. It was the first time

blood on your hands or on your clothes!" Debbie snapped, angered by his childish reaction. She had made an effort not to let her

the stairs to her bedroom. Carlos, however, continued to stand there, stunned and motionless.

and gotten changed, Debbie

was reading a newspaper in the dining hall. Debbie was about to exit the villa when he called

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

to look at the man, who was intently reading

the soup is ready, I'd better drink it first. I don't want to be rude.' Debbie walked toward the dining table and sat

Debbie. Drink it while it's still warm. What do you

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

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

breakfast made Debbie feel

picked up her backpack and walked

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 she heard Carlos' low voice. "Get

Emperor car pulled up by the curb. Emmett got

and gave him 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 good. I'm

back from the car,

to turn Mr. Huo down like that. In

an exasperated expression, Carlos strode towards Debbie, grabbed her wrist, pulled her towards the car, and

the back seat of

secretly gave Carlos a