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 have told someone to turn the lights on for her.

evening, Mrs. Huo," they greeted her with a bow at the

with a smile and asked, "Is the room

room is upstairs.

"Thank you."

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 Huo family members were trying to drive her mad.

this for you. Please move closer so that I can apply the ice," she said quietly. Apparently the maid followed her inside the room

now, but she was too weary to speak much

that had happened tonight hit her like a ton of bricks. Only the dull pain in her face

too mean or was I

Maybe both.

of me. I was so moved by that. But then I saw Megan in his arms... and he isn't home

from the maid's hands. "Go to sleep. I can do it myself," she told the maid.

tray and called Kasie. She

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

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

her sad tone. "What

happened. I don't even know where to start. Kasie, they

relieved. "I thought it was something serious. Why do you even care? As long

loves him in a romantic way. It bugs the hell out of me, but I can't get mad at Carlos because

asked, "So, Mr. Huo hit Lewis and James to defend your honor, and then Megan's asthma acted up, and Mr. Huo carried her back to the manor and

"Yeah."

be so stupid to leave your husband alone 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 your husband and ask him to come