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.

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

Debbie said.

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

herself and took out her phone to check the time. It was eleven o'clock.

"You can't sleep in anymore. I won't

her eyelashes in disbelief. "You should

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

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

"Normally, he falls asleep in the middle of the night, but sometimes, he won't leave me alone until the birds start

red with embarrassment as she was

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

door. Debbie watched them, confused. "That's my husband I was talking about. Isn't it normal for couples to have sex? Don't be shy,

living room

up the glass of water and put it to her mouth. Valerie's red face made her want to laugh so much. She

some fun outside, but it was very cold. It was snowing outside, and the flakes rested on the ground and blanketed the countryside

up warmly, and decided to go outside and have some fun. But Valerie stopped her by saying, "The help has

which usually took a few servants to

"What? You have a problem with it? Or is it too hard for

finally acknowledge that I'm the daughter-in-law, ' Debbie sneered in her heart. "I can clean it. But I need her help." Debbie pointed at

the old lady

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

up with it, pretending that she

the tools from the shed and started doing the work.

since the last time she did housework. She had been treated like a queen ever since she married Carlos. Soon after she had started, she began panting. Her shirt clung to her uncomfortably, and she started to perspire. It didn't take long before she got