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?"

I saw her do it

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

stopped walking

women think. If I married a man I truly loved, I'd want to have kids with him. But if I don't want babies, then it means I don't love

when Debbie told him that she

you didn't trust me. Truth is, they're 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

hand off and strode out of her room.

behind him. As soon as the door was closed, Megan turned

was double locked. He couldn't get in. He could unlock the doorknob, but not

door, Megan's words resounded in his head, making him even

him and reported in a low voice, "Mr. Huo? Mrs. Huo requested... you sleep in the guest room tonight. I

Kicking the

noise was loud enough to be heard by the woman inside. But she didn't

at the ceiling, pressing his lips tightly to stifle his anger. 'Debbie, you did a

end, the couple slept in separate rooms. Ever since they confirmed their relationship, this was the first time they spent the night

since they were flying back to Y City in his private plane, there was no need to hurry. So he called in a housemaid to tell

left for the airport an hour ago.

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

At the airport

a message to their friends on WeChat. "Hey guys, good news! The return of

and wrote, "Long Live Queen

"Your majesty, we, your people, call

I'll book a room so we can do that

wrote, "Bon

and put away her phone

had bought an economy ticket. Though she had control over Carlos' wallet now, she still didn't want to waste

his wallet away, sparing him not a single cent. She was justified keeping a tight grip on his purse strings, or