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 on

Debbie said.

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

check the

old lady snorted loudly, refusing her explanation. "You can't sleep in anymore. I

her eyelashes in disbelief. "You

this morning. How am I supposed to discuss this with him?" Valerie asked

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

leave me alone until the birds start chirping. So

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

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

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

it to the living room yet when she turned back and

of water and 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 lady

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

fun. But Valerie stopped her by saying, "The help has the day off. 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

it too hard

can clean it. But I need her help." Debbie pointed at Megan

because she knew the

to do. What you need to do is clean.

up with it, pretending that she

the tools from the shed and started

shirt clung to her uncomfortably, and she started to perspire. It didn't take long before she got really tired. She wanted to take a break, but she wasn't sure that Valerie