Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Megan kept shaking her head, her face turning pale.

"Didn't you declare war on me? Why so afraid now?" Debbie confronted her. Carlos stepped forward, pulling them away from each other.

As soon as they were separated, Megan weakly leaned into Carlos' arms, her body trembling. Debbie sneered, "Carlos Huo, you feel your heart ache, don't you?"

Carlos shut his eyes. "Don't make a fuss out of nothing!"

'Make a fuss? Me? She's got her hooks in you, ' Debbie laughed ironically in her mind.

She felt like she was suffocated by her anger. "Fine, I'm in the wrong. I'm a troublemaker!" she yelled, a lump in her throat.

Ignoring them, she turned away and ran upstairs.

To prevent the two women from fighting again, Carlos had a housemaid prepare a guest room for Megan on the ground floor. After confirming that Megan was fine, he turned around to leave. It was better this way. Debbie was stopped from doing much at the Huo family's house. But here, away from all the elders who disliked her, her anger had free reign. Tomboy's rage was a terrible thing to behold. Carlos thought he'd better make them stay away from each other for the moment.

"Uncle Carlos..." Megan called out, her body curling up in the bed. "I'm sorry if I make you and Aunt Debbie unhappy. Maybe I should fly back to Y City alone tomorrow."

Carlos glanced at her, shaking his head. "No. Stay here. Sleep tight."

Before he left, he turned off the lamp. But all of a sudden, Megan jumped out of the bed and rushed to him. She threw herself into his arms, stopping him from leaving the room. "Uncle Carlos, trust me. Aunt Debbie doesn't love you at all..."

"Megan!" Carlos cried out sternly. He tried to pull himself away from her.

Megan raised her voice. "It's true! Think about it. You've been with her awhile, but why hasn't she gotten pregnant yet? Don't you think something is wrong?"

Her words froze Carlos.

Megan composed herself and continued, "I saw...saw Aunt Debbie take birth control pills. I didn't want to tell you this. But I don't want you to hate me because of her! I want you to know who she really is..."

Carlos asked, "When did you see that, and where?"

family's house. I saw her do it

her outright. She won't admit it. Uncle Carlos, you can take her for a blood test and see if there're any common steroidal compounds in her body, like the kinds that are used in birth control pills. Or maybe figure out why she can't

walking now.

"I'm a woman and I know how women think. If I married a man I truly loved, I'd want to have kids

told him that she didn't want a

still in touch. Otherwise, she wouldn't have dated him behind your back. Uncle Carlos, I never tried to drive a wedge between you and Aunt Debbie. I just care about you. I don't want you to be fooled by this woman. I feel bad that you've fallen into her trap. Uncle Carlos..." she said with a sob and grabbed him by his

his head, Carlos pulled her hand

soon as the door was closed, Megan turned her tears into a big and

bedroom was double locked. He couldn't get in. He could unlock the

Megan's words resounded in his head, making him

reported in a low voice, "Mr. Huo? Mrs. Huo requested... you sleep

darkened. Kicking the door, he roared,

be heard by the woman inside. But she didn't budge even

his head to stare at the ceiling, pressing his lips tightly to stifle his anger. 'Debbie,

in separate rooms. Ever since they confirmed their relationship, this was the first

to Y City in his private plane, there was no need to hurry. So he called in a housemaid to tell her not to wake up Debbie.

had already left for the airport an hour ago. She'd bought a ticket for herself and asked Carlos not to

listened to the housemaid pass on Debbie's words. The

At the airport

sunglasses and sipping a bottle of milk tea bought at the airport, Debbie sent a message to their friends on WeChat. "Hey

echoed her joke and wrote,

"Your majesty, we, your people, call to

a room

wrote, "Bon Voyage,

sent a "goodbye" and put

Though she had control over Carlos' wallet now, she still didn't

keeping a tight grip on his purse strings, or he would