Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos' words amused Debbie. She rolled on the bed and said, "No need to check what kind of bird I am. I was a humble sparrow in the past. But after I got married to you, I became a shining phoenix."

Carlos was in no mood to banter with her any longer; he needed to teach her a lesson in his own way. He pulled her into his arms and began to take off her clothes.

"Don't, Carlos. You are hurting me. Aaaaargh! Stop taking off my clothes. I was kidding. I don't have wings."

Debbie's cries were so loud they traveled outside the bedroom.

"Why are you kissing my back? I said I didn't have wings!"

"Shut up!" Carlos demanded coldly.

"No. I know what you're trying to do. This is daytime, and I'm not in the mood." Debbie knew more about Carlos after she had spent months with him. When he was mad at her, it would be torture to have sex with him—he would bang her like a stallion on steroids.

Without stopping, Carlos said through gritted teeth, "How could you meet your ex behind my back? And you were in his arms! Were you going to cheat on me?" The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

Debbie shook her head immediately and tried to mollify him. "I'm sorry. I was really, really wrong. I won't see him again. Please forgive me, old man."

"Old man? Who's old? When he held you in his arms, what did you call him? Mr. Gu? Hayden Gu? Hayden? Or honey?"

Debbie kept her mouth shut. Otherwise, she would be unable to hold back the impulse to yell back at him.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Did he do this?" he asked, caressing her breasts.

"Carlos Huo! You're an ass! Aaaargh! He didn't! He didn't do anything to me!" Debbie struggled hard, but to no avail. She was no match for Carlos' strength. Why was he still angry with her? Nothing happened, and it was all Hayden's fault. Well, maybe not entirely true. She did agree to meet him, knowing that he still carried a torch for her. If she hadn't gone to meet with Hayden, Carlos wouldn't have been alerted, and he wouldn't have witnessed anything.

She felt wronged. 'I gave my first kiss to Carlos. Why doesn't he believe me?'

like an eternity, Debbie lay in bed, motionless. Her body was

the outsiders, would turn into a

into tears as she pointed at Carlos, who was now in a

and asked casually, "Still want to argue? I guess I need to bang you

with the quilt. "No, no, no. I'm not going to argue with you. Just

was sitting on the couch, watching TV. When she saw Carlos, she snorted and snapped, "It's the middle of the day. What were you thinking? Even the servants heard her cry. What are you,

have a great-grandson, and you may not want another.

'Great-grandson?

' Valerie retorted inwardly. She had a great-grandson—her eldest son Wade's grandson, who was a junior middle school student. The boy had a fight with his father Frasier, and went

problems and had no

playboy, and hadn't gotten married yet.

that Carlos, son of her youngest son James, could have a

turned off the TV and began to ponder on how

outside. She struggled out of bed and went to the bathroom to

saw herself in the mirror—she was black and blue all over.

'That asshole!

was worse than a dog in heat!'

dare

She readied herself and took a deep breath. 'Once more unto the breach, ' she thought, echoing the speech in the classic play. She had to steel herself every time she was together with that family. She went down the stairs to have lunch. Much to her surprise, no one in the Huo family

back to her room. 'Did Valerie decide to make peace with me after I stood up to

invited her to come along and visit Carlos' grandpa

The old man was still in a coma. After that, Miranda asked the

did she invite