Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

'She even used Carlos' unconscious grandpa as a pawn in her game. She would really use everything she could, ' Debbie thought. She took a deep breath and snorted, "You've finally shown your true colors. You declaring war on me? "

"War? Don't be stupid. You're not even a worthy opponent. I can make Uncle Carlos spend the night here if I want. Want proof?" Megan asked in a weird, creepy voice.

"Huh! Who on earth do you really like? Carlos? Wesley? Curtis? Or Damon?" Debbie asked.

"I like them all," Megan answered simply. "You're absolutely the biggest ho I've ever known. Too bad for you, Carlos's married. I'm his wife, and you're just one of many women who want him."

"I warned you, but since you're so stupid, don't cry when things get tough." Megan laughed like a happy witch over the phone.

Debbie had never feared anyone before except Carlos. An 18-year-old was definitely no threat to her. What was she thinking? Besides, Carlos wouldn't cheat on her. He had many opportunities to, and hadn't done so yet. So was Megan just a madwoman chasing a dream she could never have? Or was there something to what she was saying? After all, Carlos' family seemed to like Megan a lot more than they liked Debbie. On the other hand, Carlos had beaten his own family members in defense of Debbie, so maybe this was really woman to woman. "Bring it, Miss Lan!"

"Good!"

"Can you hand the phone to my husband now?"

"Of course, Aunt Debbie!" Magically, Megan's voice was back to the usual sweet one. She was good at sounding bubbly and innocent. Probably the weapon she used well against Carlos, and on the family if anyone called her out on her actions.

She walked downstairs and came to the kitchen, where Carlos was cooking for her. "Why did you come downstairs?" he asked when she showed up at the door.

With a sad face, Megan raised the phone so that he could see the screen. "Aunt Debbie wants to talk to you. I didn't want to come down. But she said it's urgent. I told her you were cooking, and then she started yelling at me. Uncle Carlos, you should try and calm her down."

Debbie heard everything. 'She's pretending to be soft and innocent again, that evil, manipulative bitch!' she cursed.

Seeing that Megan had answered his private call, Carlos was a bit annoyed. "Go wait outside," he said to her.

Megan read the annoyance on Carlos' face. She left the kitchen obediently.

asked tenderly on the phone, "Why aren't you asleep

gently, "I

all worried about her, so

an egg into a bowl with

of whisking eggs, Debbie felt her heart was soaked in bitterness, but she pretended not to mind. "I didn't know you could cook. When did you learn

paused shortly. "I'll cook for you someday soon,

the way, you worked all day. Where are the servants? Aren't they supposed to do that?" Debbie's eyes started tearing up. Carlos was busy every day. She didn't have the heart to ask him to do anything for

well. She wanted to eat the noodles I cooked for her before," he explained briefly.

tears without one more

she'd always been trying

only around Carlos that she would suppress her anger time

said it was urgent. What

to Y City alone tomorrow," she blurted out.

then. What's the matter? I gave you a private villa all to yourself. I promise no one will disturb you

her heart, but meanwhile, she couldn't stand him being nice to other women, even if the woman was his supposed niece. Especially a niece

wanted to be mad, but she also thought she

her

cry, but she didn't know exactly why she was hurt.

back now? I miss you,

the meal wasn't finished yet. He didn't like leaving things half done. "I'll be back in half an

could get there in very few minutes. He always finished what he had started. The noodles would

wait for

"All right, bye."

hanging up the phone, Debbie got a message from Kasie. "How's it going,