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

Debbie said.

you still know to get up? Do you know what time it is?" Valerie berated her, pounding

took out her phone to check the time. It was eleven

"You can't sleep in anymore.

in disbelief. "You should discuss this with your

to work early this morning. How am I supposed to discuss this

work home and doesn't go to bed until the small hours. I try to get some sleep,

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,

as she was listening to Debbie.

blushed and kept her head bowed the whole time. "Aunt Debbie, maybe

husband I was talking about. Isn't it normal for couples to have sex? Don't be shy, Grandma. We're all family

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

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

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. It probably wasn't the best idea to go out when you could see your breath in the air. Maybe

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

shocked to hear 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

hard

clean it. But I need her help." Debbie pointed at Megan who wore a smug smirk on her face. It was obvious she was enjoying this.

the old lady would help her

"Megan has better things to do.

up with it, pretending

fetched the tools from the shed and

ever since she married Carlos. Soon after she had started, she began panting. Her shirt clung to her uncomfortably, and she started to