Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

It occurred to Debbie that she had said goodbye to everyone but him. "Just a minute," she muttered quietly to the man inside the car. Before Carlos could protest or ask what was going on, she had shut the car door and was walking towards the young man, who was breathless from all the running.

"Debbie, are you leaving?" he looked at her sadly. From the way he was sulking and the way he looked at her, affection was visible clear as daylight.

"Yes," Debbie replied with a nod. "My... My family has come to pick me up. It was nice meeting you. Keep in touch." Debbie didn't want to break his heart like that and corrected herself.

The young man took out a sachet from his pocket and handed it to her. "I made something for you. It's a silver accessory. I want you to keep it as a souvenir."

Debbie looked at the sachet in surprise. It was meaningful, she knew that. Reflexively, she tried to decline it. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart. But it's a very big gesture and I can't take it."

"It may be worth little, but I will be glad if you take it. It would mean a lot to me."

Debbie didn't know what to say. She was saved by Emmett who walked towards her at this point. "Mrs. Huo, Mr. Huo is waiting. It's time to go," he reminded her with a smile.

'Mrs. Huo?' The young man was surprised and confused. He knew what that form of address meant. "Are you married?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I am," she admitted shortly. "Thank you for taking such great care of me these days. My husband is waiting. I have to go."

The young man watched the woman he had fallen for get in the car, heartbroken.

The fancy cars drove away one after another. From the rearview mirror, Debbie could see him standing there alone. She felt sad to see him so heartbroken.

She had only stayed in the village for a couple of days, but the villagers had been so nice to her, and the village head's family deserved a special mention. It was unfair that the young man had to face such heartbreak even after being so nice to her.

"Feeling sad?" a cold voice asked, breaking into her thoughts.

"Yes," she admitted succinctly. Humans were sensitive. It was normal to feel sad on occasions like this.

to stay and

asked coldly. Debbie turned towards

face was grim. 'Damn! What did I do wrong in saying goodbye? I didn't even

he sulking about

just said, she slid closer to him

a poker expression. "Sit back," he demanded, though it was clear he

cheek against his arm, she asked while fluttering her long eyelashes, "You didn't react much on seeing me.

sitting in Carlos' car, Debbie could barely feel it. It was much better than

privacy. Confused, Debbie was about to ask what was going on when her face was lifted up gently. "Do you want

into his eyes, she regretted saying that. "No, no. I—" She

she wanted to kiss

was sitting with an expression on his face that was as annoyed as if he had just eaten a dead fly. It was all because of the woman

car with others in groups of two or three, whoever was connected with Debbie was given a separate car. Dixon, Gus, even Gregory were enjoying a car alone. Only

two Bentleys behind them and Gail could have been thrown

have done this to torture him!

He had had to accompany Carlos' wife to the remote, backward village and this was what he had gotten

you know what Debbie's relationship with Emmett is?" Gail asked, even though she had anticipated that most likely, Jared wouldn't tell her anything even if he did know something.

"I don't know."

sitting in the same car with

"Go see for yourself."

she to

Jared was fed up with her questions

nightfall, the cars stopped in an urban district on the way. They would

up in front of the fancy hotel, the manager himself