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.

stay and be

Debbie turned towards him in surprise.

did I do wrong in

sulking about now?'

slid closer to him and asked,

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

fluttering her long eyelashes, "You

could barely

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

saying that. "No, no. I—" She wanted to say this

wanted to kiss

Emperor, Jared 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

made this arrangement on purpose. Although every student unfamiliar to Debbie was sharing a 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 Jared had to share a car with someone. And to make matters worse, that someone

the two Bentleys behind them and Gail

done this to

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

with Emmett is?" Gail asked, even though she had anticipated that most likely, Jared

"I don't know."

in the same car

"Go see for yourself."

she

kick you out of the car." Jared was fed up with her questions and couldn't take it anymore. Gail gritted her teeth resentfully but finally had

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

in such a simple area, Carlos was famous. As soon as the black Emperor pulled up in front of the fancy