Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos pulled her into his arms and whispered, "Don't worry about me. I can carry you home and still show you a good time. I can prove it to you."

"Stop it." Debbie covered his mouth with her hand.

Carlos pulled her hand away and kissed her on the lips. "What? Can't I say this stuff to my wife?"

"Maybe. And maybe you should be locked up for saying things like that."

"Just think about how lonely you'd get if I were put in prison. Not a good idea. You'd miss me way too much."

"You're so modest!" she giggled. He was right. She was getting a bit tired.

The rain was starting to come down in earnest. It was drizzling and their hair was starting to get wet. They ducked under an overhanging roof, trying to stay dry. Carlos took off his overcoat and spread it over her head.

Debbie pulled it off again. "No. This is your favorite overcoat. And very expensive. I can't let you do this. It'll get ruined." She knew how much Carlos liked that particular article of clothing.

Carlos put it back over her head. "I can always buy a new coat. I don't want you to get sick."

He was so considerate. Debbie was enormously moved. What was happening reminded her of a song

which goes, "For the rest of my life, I want only you, for better or worse."

If Emmett knew Carlos had protected Debbie from the rain with his favorite overcoat, he would have marveled at how important Debbie was to Carlos. He already thought of Carlos as Debbie's slave, and that would have proven it even more. That was something new to Emmett, and he figured that bending over backwards for someone wasn't healthy. But then again, he had never been in love, at least not that kind of deep, enduring love, so he wouldn't know until he fell that deeply.

The rain was getting heavier. Worried that Debbie might be cold, Carlos called his assistant to ask him to pick them up.

The next day, Debbie didn't show up downstairs until eleven, still yawning.

face. Standing next to Valerie was Megan, who waited on her like a maid.

Debbie said.

get up? Do you know what time it is?" Valerie berated

to check the time. It was eleven o'clock.

loudly, refusing her explanation. "You can't sleep in anymore. I won't

her eyelashes in disbelief. "You should discuss this

How am I supposed

bed until the small hours. I try to get some sleep, but

chance to interrupt her, she continued, "Normally, he falls asleep in the middle of the night, but sometimes, he won't leave me alone until the birds start chirping. So you see, Grandma, you have to talk to him about this.

face turned red with embarrassment as she was listening to Debbie.

whole time. "Aunt Debbie, maybe you should

with her hands as the old lady walked towards the door. Debbie watched them, confused. "That's my husband I was talking about. Isn't it normal for

made it to the living room yet when she turned back and reprimanded,

made her want to laugh so much. She stifled her

to matter if she clapped back or not. She wanted to have some fun outside, but it was very cold. It was snowing outside,

up warmly, and decided to go outside and have some fun. But Valerie stopped her by

servants to clean it.

problem with it? Or is it too hard for you? As the daughter-in-law of

daughter-in-law, ' Debbie sneered in her heart. "I can clean it. But I need her help." Debbie pointed at Megan who wore a smug smirk on her face. It was obvious she was

because she knew the old lady would help

Valerie said, "Megan has better things to do. What you need

sake, Debbie decided to put up with it, pretending that she was

the shed and started

she had started, she began panting. Her shirt clung to her uncomfortably, and she started to perspire. It