Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie shifted her gaze toward Valerie and Megan, who were both pretending to ignore Lewis. Frowning, she wondered why they paid no attention to his lewd behavior.

Lewis put a hand in front of her eyes, blocking her view, and asked, "Debbie, why are you looking at them? Eyes on me, okay? I'm hot, right?"

Debbie rolled her eyes and turned around to go upstairs. "Want me to lie or tell the truth?" she asked, walking past him.

Catching up with her, Lewis said, "Lie to me, then."

"You're not hot," she replied purposefully.

Lewis tittered. 'That's a lie, so she means I'm a good looking guy!' But he didn't want her to beat around the bush to praise him. He wanted to hear it from her lips directly. "And the truth?" he asked expectantly.

Debbie turned around and looked into his eyes. "The truth is—you're so ugly that when you walk into a bank, they turn off the cameras."

Lewis was stumped by her words.

Seeing the frustrated look on Lewis' face, a few housemaids in the living room giggled under their breaths. Even Megan couldn't help but cover her mouth to stifle her laughter.

As Debbie continued to walk toward the staircase, she was shocked to spot a woman standing on the landing of the staircase.

It was Miranda, who was dressed neatly. It seemed like she was going out.

Embarrassed, Debbie forced a smile and greeted, "Hello, Aunt Miranda."

Oblivious to Debbie's greeting, Miranda fixed her eyes on her son, who was ready to run away, and reproached in a cold voice, "Lewis, you idiot!"

Scolded by his mother in front of others, Lewis lowered his head in shame. He walked to the sofa, sat down next to Valerie and asked, "Grandma, what did you need?"

"Grandma lost her string of Buddhist prayer beads. No one can find it. Have you seen

about things like that. Why would I take it?" Lewis replied nonchalantly as he stroked his messy hair. Seeing Miranda finally leave the living room,

heard a knock. She opened it, but in a split second, flung the door to

body in before she could close the door. Wearing a lewd smile on his face, he said, "Hey, wait. Debbie—ugh! Don't close the door. Let

out of her room. Gritting her teeth, she swallowed her anger and flung the door open straightaway. "What do you want now?" she

you company. I'm so considerate, aren't I? Don't bother to thank me,"

a great guy. When really, he was a creep. "Thanks. Please

don't kick me out. I heard you're a very

second thought, she remembered that his brother's wife was actually a nice person, so she

parents seem to be well-educated, but how did they raise such an

on! You have to admit my cousin is a

choice but to walk out to the corridor, since Lewis hadn't stopped his pestering. In a cold voice, she ridiculed, "You want to marry me? Look at your

"Why?" Lewis asked.

that, at least be manly enough to take the punches you're asking for!" As she spoke, she dropped into a fighting stance, and cracked her neck, getting ready to teach this

emanating from Debbie, Lewis stepped backwards and leaned against the wall. "Debbie, this is the Huo family's house. I wouldn't try anything if I were you. Remember, you're not exactly popular here," he said in

"Even if I stayed quiet, they still wouldn't change their minds. This is going to be fun!" Then, without saying anything more, she darted toward

of screams. Eventually, he managed to shut the door behind him, putting his back into it. He quickly locked it before she could get at him. Leaning against

fast as if it could stop beating any time. 'She's such a hard woman. I can't

in bed. Damn! I really want some of that action!' He couldn't help but swallow a little saliva as he fantasized about

her bedroom. These people were all so different from each other. It had to make life difficult.

ill-tempered; Tabitha was docile; Carlos was cold;

dining room was as odd as usual. Everyone sitting at the dinner table was immersed in his or her own

it was lucky that James wasn't having dinner at home, thanks to