Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

It was midnight, but Debbie still hadn't heard from Carlos. Before long, she drifted off.

In the dead of the night, someone opened the door to her bedroom silently.

That someone walked in stealthily and glanced around the room. The fragrance in the air filled his nose. He sniffed greedily.

In her sleep, Debbie felt that mysterious figure slip into her bed. Assuming that it was her husband, she didn't open her eyes and held him tightly. "Honey, finally, you're back," she muttered.

Without a word, the man tried to kiss her lips, but Debbie happened to slide down a little, so he kissed her hair instead.

She opened her eyes a little and found the room was completely dark. Unable to see anything, she closed her eyes again and snuggled into the man's arms. "Mr. Handsome, did you just take a shower? You smell good. Is that new cologne?" The scent was a bit strong.

The man didn't answer. He turned over and threw himself on top of her.

Sensing what he was about to do, Debbie woke up. "No, Mr. Handsome, I'm good. I'm still sore from last time."

'Wait. Something's wrong, ' Debbie realized.

'This doesn't feel right. The weight and scent are both wrong!'

Debbie's eyes snapped open. She reached for the lamp on the nightstand, fumbling with the switch. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the man's face.

Angry, she pushed him off of her forcefully, and the man was dumped unceremoniously onto the lushly carpeted floor. "Ow! Dammit! What's wrong?" he howled.

Debbie straightened her pajamas quickly. Usually, she slept naked. But tonight, she had been so sleepy that she had dozed off in pajamas. Lucky for her, otherwise he would have felt something he had no right to. This man was no Carlos. Indeed, he could never match up to that powerful, handsome presence. Instead, this guy would forever be in Carlos' shadow, no matter where Carlos was at the time.

ear

I thought you might

finish his words, Debbie released his ear and gave him a hard scissor kick in

though most of the others are here. They all think I'm a pushover, don't they?' Debbie thought to herself.

know that someone had snapped a picture of her and Lewis earlier and sent it to

picture, he was on his way home. His face darkened instantly. "Drive as fast as you can,"

ordered the driver sternly. "Yes, Mr. Huo." At that moment, they were already near the manor. A

reach the door and open it for him, Carlos already got out of the car and strode into the

to be quiet with everyone deep in sleep. However, right now, each room was bright with the lights on. His family were crowded in the hallway at the door of a room, everyone

him, they all made

Carlos could see clearly. Lewis was lying on the floor, cupping his face. Beside him was Debbie with a coat

her harshly without listening to her explanation. Carlos was the only

was waiting

bed your cousin while you weren't home! We wouldn't have known, but they were too loud. This is the woman you've been protecting! How can we ever show our faces anywhere if word gets

his feet and looked fearfully at Carlos. "C-Carlos, Debbie...she told me that... you weren't home tonight

whore! Even though your father and I don't approve of your marriage, you still

too scared to speak, others were too angry,

a livid expression on her face, as if she wanted to beat him to death right now. If looks could kill, Lewis would have been a smoldering

word, sent him flying to the wall with a heavy kick.

Lewis, Valerie panicked. "What are

him two heavy blows to the face. The disgusting man's squeals pierced the air. And blood covered his whole front side, red,

over to Carlos to calm him down. "Carlos,