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.

was Valerie's grim face. Standing next to Valerie was Megan, who waited

Debbie said.

you still know to get up? Do you know what time it is?" Valerie berated her, pounding her cane on the floor.

of water for herself and took out her phone to check the time. It was eleven o'clock. "I'm sorry. I still haven't gotten over the jet

loudly, refusing her explanation. "You

fluttered her eyelashes in disbelief. "You

work early this morning. How am I supposed

and explained helplessly, "Your grandson comes home late from work every day. And he usually brings some work home and doesn't go to bed

the middle of the night, but sometimes, he won't leave me alone until the birds start chirping. So you see,

embarrassment as she was

her head bowed the whole time. "Aunt Debbie, maybe you should keep this kind of stuff to yourself

my husband I was talking about. Isn't it normal

the living room yet when she turned

put it to her mouth. Valerie's red face made her want to laugh so much. She stifled her laughter and somehow thought the old

days in the Huos' house was quite boring for Debbie. She was despised every day. The family always directed mean comments at her, and it didn't seem to matter if she clapped back or not. She wanted to have some fun outside, but it was very cold. It was snowing outside, and the flakes rested on the ground and blanketed the countryside in bright white.

some fun. But Valerie stopped her by saying, "The help has the day off. The first floor is dirty.

her say that. The first floor was at least two hundred square meters, which usually took a few servants to clean it. Now Valerie wanted her to do all the work by herself? This wasn't a reasonable expectation of

cast her a disdainful look. "What? You have a problem with it? Or is it too hard for you?

heart. "I can clean it. But I need

care, because she knew the old lady

better things to

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

fetched the tools from the shed

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