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.

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

Debbie

you know what time it is?"

to check the time. It was

loudly, refusing her explanation. "You

fluttered her eyelashes in disbelief. "You should discuss this

early this morning. How am I supposed to discuss this

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

alone until the birds start chirping. So you see, Grandma, you have to talk to him about this. I used

embarrassment as she was listening to Debbie. "So

blushed and kept her head bowed the whole time. "Aunt Debbie, maybe you should keep this

Debbie watched them, confused. "That's my husband I was

to the living room

Valerie's red face made her want to laugh so

It was snowing outside, and the

fun. But Valerie stopped her by saying, "The

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

a problem with it? Or is it too hard for you? As the daughter-in-law of the Huo family, you can't even

"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

care, because she knew the old lady would help

"Megan has better things to do. What

to put up with it,

tools from the shed and started

she began panting. Her shirt clung to her uncomfortably, and she started to perspire. It didn't take long before she got really tired. She wanted to