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

Debbie said.

know what time it

check the time. It was eleven o'clock.

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

eyelashes in disbelief. "You should discuss this

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

bed until the small hours. I try to

she 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,

embarrassment as she was

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

them, confused. "That's my husband I was talking about. Isn't it normal for couples to

hadn't even made it to the living room yet when she

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

very cold. It was snowing outside, and the flakes rested on the ground and blanketed the countryside in bright white.

Debbie bundled up warmly, and decided to go outside and have some fun. But Valerie stopped her

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

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

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

because she knew the old lady

better things to do. What you need to

For Carlos' sake, Debbie decided to put up with it, pretending that she

shed

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 really tired. She