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."

Debbie had expected to see an empty house, but when she got out of the car, she could see lights were on inside the house through the windows. She assumed Carlos

were waiting for her. "Good evening, Mrs. Huo," they greeted her with a bow at the main

a smile and asked, "Is the room

Mrs. Huo. The room is upstairs.

"Thank you."

in no mood to tour the villa. She plopped onto the bed as soon as she walked into the bedroom. 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

you. Please move closer so that I can apply the ice," she said quietly. Apparently the maid followed her inside the room holding a tray in

much right now, but she was too weary to speak much or do anything. Her head was full of thoughts. She just lay there and let the maid

hit her like a ton of bricks. Only the dull pain in her face reminded her it

Huo family too mean or was I

Maybe both.

saw Megan in his arms... and he isn't home yet... Oh,

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

maid left the room, Debbie placed the ice onto the tray and called Kasie. She would know what to do. Or could at least give

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

felt sadder when Kasie mentioned Carlos. "I had a

sad tone. "What

happened. I don't even know where to

it was something serious. Why do you even care? As long

family because of me, I felt so awful. And 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."

Huo hit Lewis and James to defend your honor, and then Megan's

"Yeah."

with another woman? And in the middle of the night? What if something happens between them? I don't think Mr. Huo is a scumbag, but some women are. Your husband is an extraordinary man. A manipulative bitch like Megan will try everything to make him hers. Hang up with me. And call