Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Pride was written all over Debbie's face. Not until now did she realize that Carlos had given a lot to her, and she felt so grateful.

With knitted eyebrows, Carlos stared at his grandmother and said angrily, "Debbie may be a bad student, Grandma, but she's better than that. Quit trying to frame her."

Valerie scowled at him and snapped back, "I'm not lying! Before she came here, we never lost anything. She must be the thief! Besides, she always tries to bully Megan. If I hadn't been with Megan, this woman would've probably beaten her. She eats too much. She's lazy, and doesn't respect her elders. She doesn't wake up until noon. What's worse, she even cheated on you. Carlos, I won't accept this woman as my granddaughter-in-law."

Debbie was shocked at Valerie's words—she never imagined she thought so low of her. Bitterness flooded her at this moment.

She had done so much housework to please Valerie, but she thanked her by calling her a thief.

'I don't give a rat's ass what they think of me. But I do care about... Carlos' opinion. Does he think of me like that too?' she thought to herself.

She didn't dare to look Carlos in the eye, as she was afraid that she would see disappointment glinting there.

Carlos leaned against the couch, his face deadpan. When he heard Valerie's accusations against his wife, he held Debbie's hand and began to play with it.

Debbie was left speechless. 'What's he doing? I thought we weren't on speaking terms. Is he trying to defend me?

Or is he only doing this to save face?'

Just when Debbie was lost in her own thoughts, Carlos spoke in a cold voice. "I don't know why you think of her that way, Grandma. But she's a good girl. You just won't give her a chance. You said she had bullied Megan. If she really wanted to do that, she would have beaten her up whether you were there or not. See any bruises? No. So you just overreacted."

other hand, are shitty to her. She doesn't wake up until noon? Well, she suffers from jet lag. And it's my fault. She's up until the small hours because of me. If you do mind that, I'll try to let her get to sleep earlier. She cheated on me? I already explained it, and I don't want to talk about it anymore. You said she stole things? Haha! You must be kidding. My wife would never want

be seen in

Debbie at this moment. She was so moved by Carlos she wanted to cry. She didn't think she was good enough to catch his eye, but he treated her like the most precious thing

was too angry to utter a single word. After a long time, she finally cooled down a little and asked in a sad voice, "Carlos, how did she bewitch you? Why are you going on like

my wife,"

on the wrong person? How about Megan or Stephanie? But why Debbie? She's a thief

Debbie

don't have the time

up the stairs, hand in hand. No one

said Debbie was a

moment they entered the bedroom, Carlos told Debbie, "I still have work in New York, and we can't go back

Why go to the trouble? I'll go out

she could smell his cologne. With dark eyes,

a headache thanks to Carlos' words. 'I thought he forgot about Hayden. Turns out I was wrong.' "I don't know whether he's still here or not. It has nothing to do with me. I'm not going out to see him. Let

a snort, Carlos released her and warned, "I don't want to find out that you pulled something like you did with

her tongue, Debbie teased,

scooped up and thrown onto

off?" he asked in a hoarse voice as his hand began to stroke her waist.

just a joke.

number. "It's me, Carlos. A