Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos' tall figure came into view. Realizing she was in Hayden's arms now, Debbie felt the blood rushing to her head. She knew that she had done wrong, and she was now in a compromising position. Carlos would be angry with her, she knew that. And he had no sense when it came to Debbie. It was like she knew exactly which button to push to drive him crazy, but didn't know she was doing it until it was too late.

'I'm so screwed!'

She released Hayden's neck and jumped out of his arms. She was so anxious that she staggered when she landed on the floor. Luckily, Hayden steadied her and kept her from a nasty fall.

'Dammit! I promised Carlos that I wouldn't hang around with Hayden.'

Carlos stood where he was, wordless. His eyes fixed upon her, as cold as ice.

Debbie opened her mouth to explain, but nothing came out, and she shut it again. After recalling what he had done for Megan, she decided otherwise.

She turned and walked into the kitchen, without saying a word.

Now, Hayden was sure that there must be something wrong between Debbie and Carlos.

He gave Carlos a smile and sat on the couch naturally, almost as if he were not a guest. "It's not what it looks like, Mr. Huo. I'm here for egg tarts. I helped Deb on the plane earlier, and she wanted to make egg tarts for me in return. Nothing happened. You seem like a reasonable man..."

Resting his hands in his pockets, Carlos cast a cold glance at Hayden and said indifferently, "You seem to have a lot of free time, Mr. Gu. Do you want a lot more?"

As a clever man, Hayden instantly heard the warning in Carlos' words. "Thank you, Mr. Huo, but I'm good. We're really busy these days. After all, we'd been preparing bids on a specific contract for a while, but ZL Group suddenly stepped in and outbid us. We have to stay alert, right?" Hayden said.

Carlos turned to look at Debbie, who was pretending to be busy in the kitchen. "You like egg tarts, Mr. Gu?"

Hayden didn't know why Carlos asked, so he simply answered, "Deb's making them."

"Then just sit here and wait. Remember, don't take off."

After saying that, Carlos walked past the couch, and into the kitchen. He turned off the tap and pulled Debbie, who was washing a rag, into his arms. His moves were quick and smooth.

and showing this rival for his true love's affections exactly who was in charge. By telling him to stay put, he was subjecting him to more torture, as the love of his life was in the arms of

was wide open; Hayden, who was sitting on the couch in the

a knit shirt, under which Carlos' hand was

about to do, Debbie couldn't believe it, her eyes wide. 'Carlos must be crazy. He wants to bang me right

to push him away, but to no avail. His hands were like the arms of an octopus, and every time she broke free

man, with an aristocratic background. Not the kind of creep who would enjoy a

heading for the gates to the villa. After pausing briefly and casting a sad glance back at the villa, he

idiot? Your aunt Flo has already been here this month," Carlos taunted.

Flo had already visited her

Carlos completely lost

with a mocking smile

a fake smile, the man answered in a diplomatic manner, "That's Mr. Gu's business. If you really want to know, ask

third wheel. It's messed up that a CEO can't find his own date and has to go after a

secretary kept smiling. "If Mr. Gu and the girl truly love each other, then your boss is actually the

by his words. "I always knew Hayden Gu was kind of a crazy guy. I didn't think

destroyed the smile on the secretary's face.

acting all proper. Should I bow to you now?" Emmett

back. After all, Emmett was Carlos' secretary, and he couldn't afford

the gates to the villa were opened, and Hayden walked out, a blank expression

a closer look, and found that Hayden's eyes were

you're paying the price. Young man, you've bitten off more than you can chew. You better start grovelling,

smile, Emmett greeted

sidelong glance at Emmett and got into

he knew Hayden was in a bad mood, and

Porsche left, Tristan approached Emmett, who said, "That guy's a real tool, hitting on Mrs.