Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos' ruthless refusal was a shock to Megan. She felt as if she'd been struck by a thunderbolt. Her face turned pale. "Uncle Carlos, don't you like me at all?" Her lips trembled.

"I like you, but that's not love. I see you as family."

Megan couldn't take it. This was not what she had expected. She took a few steps back while shaking her head in disbelief. "No, no! Uncle Carlos, you are always so good to me. You love me! I know you do!"

Carlos sighed deeply. "Megan, listen to me."

He tried to calm her down, but in the end, Megan's illness reared its head again. She slumped onto the ground, gasping for air.

Carlos closed his eyes tightly in resignation, scooped her up, and started walking towards the house. Sitting in the car, Debbie watched her husband carry another woman in his arms all the way to the manor. That wasn't what she wanted. Not even what she needed. She was hoping to get away from all this, away from Carlos' family, away from creepy Lewis, who had plucked the straw that broke the camel's back. From judgmental Valerie and James, two oldsters who didn't like her because her family wasn't rich. Because there was no advantage for them if Carlos stayed married to her. They even suggested she divorce Carlos.

A couple of minutes later, Mr. Handsome himself called her.

She slid her finger along the screen of the phone to take the call but didn't speak.

"Honey, I'll get my assistant to drive you to the villa first. Megan is sick. I can't leave right now. I'll be there as soon as possible."

Debbie smiled bitterly. There was little she could say. After a while, she replied gently, "Okay. But you have worked all day. Take care of yourself."

Carlos was exhausted. Debbie's tender words were the cure for everything. He smiled, "Okay. Just rest when you get there. Don't stay up late."

"Got it. Bye, honey."

"Bye."

she could see lights were on inside the house through the windows. She assumed Carlos must

maids were waiting for her. "Good evening, Mrs.

with a smile and asked, "Is the

Huo. The room is

"Thank you."

She just wanted to become one with the night, close her eyes, and forget the events of the past few days. She could swear that the Huo family members were trying to drive her mad. Fortunately she was made of sterner stuff than that. But now, she was just exhausted. Her eyes had already started to close when

ice," she said quietly. Apparently the maid followed her inside the room holding a tray

weary to speak much or

a ton of bricks. Only

or

Maybe both.

Megan in his arms... and he isn't home yet... Oh, God, this is so frustrating and

the towel and ice from the maid's hands. "Go to sleep. I can do

left the room, Debbie placed the ice onto the tray and called Kasie. She

Why are you calling so late? It's midnight in New York. Shouldn't you and your husband

Kasie mentioned Carlos. "I had a bad day today. Kasie, I want

her sad tone. "What

much. That's what happened. I don't even know where to start. Kasie, they don't like me.

Why do you even care? As long as your

Megan, his not-by-blood niece, loves him in a romantic way. It bugs the hell out of me, but I can't get mad at Carlos because of it." Debbie started to channel her depression

James to defend your honor, and then Megan's asthma acted up, and Mr. Huo carried her back to the manor and hasn't come back yet now. Am

"Yeah."

bitch like Megan will try everything to make him hers. Hang up with me. And call your husband and ask him to come back, you silly girl." Kasie was really worried about Debbie. Debbie didn't know how to handle relationships yet. She was too new at this. Maybe she married Carlos too soon?