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.

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

Debbie said.

up? Do you know what time it is?" Valerie berated her, pounding her cane on the

took out her phone to check the time. It was eleven o'clock. "I'm sorry. I still

"You can't sleep

in disbelief. "You should discuss this with your

went to work early this morning. How am I supposed

work every day. And he usually brings some work home and doesn't go to bed until the small hours. I

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.

Valerie's face turned red with embarrassment as she was listening

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

towards the door. Debbie watched them, confused. "That's my husband I was talking about. Isn't it

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

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

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

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

at least two hundred square meters, which usually took a few servants to clean it. Now Valerie wanted her to

Or is it too hard for you? As the daughter-in-law of the Huo family, you can't even handle something simple

can clean it. But I need her help." Debbie pointed at Megan who wore a smug

knew the old lady would help her out.

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

decided to put up with

the shed and started doing the work.

Her shirt clung