Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie hadn't seen Hayden for more than two years. She had thought she had forgotten him, or that she wouldn't be emotional when she saw him again.

She was wrong.

After all, she had loved him once. It was impossible for her to feel nothing at all. You never quite stop caring for the other person, even if the other person turns out to be not who you thought they were. Something always lingers, always tugs at you. No matter how thin the thread that holds you, love is always the tie that binds.

There was a dull pain in her heart. That was all.

When Debbie remained silent, Hayden just smiled wider. "It's been a long time, Deb. You're looking hotter than ever." He'd been watching her ever since she walked in.

She had changed so much he could hardly believe this was the same girl that he'd been with for two years.

This meeting had brought memories of the old days rushing back into her head. Debbie fell into deep thought. Two years, it was a long time to be together, even if it didn't feel long while you were in the midst of it. And the memories it left—they last a lifetime. And when it's over, all the things you used to do, places you used to go, the feelings attached to those things linger. Debbie was lost in her head. It was not until Jared nudged her that she came to her senses. Back in the present, she turned Hayden down quietly. "Thank you, Mr. Gu. But I wasn't going to pay them anything."

The gentle smile on his face turned to a grim one at her response. How she could be so haughty was beyond him. She was only married to a secretary, after all. And she was even bold enough to offend so many powerful families.

"Deb, don't be like this..."

At this moment, Curtis and Colleen were at her side. Carlos insisted they show up. They were sharing a moment in the car earlier when he called.

The man had just straightened his suit. But his tie was still slightly crooked, his normally perfect hair a bit mussed. Not to mention his slightly flushed cheeks and the goofy smile on his face.

"Debbie, what's the matter?" he asked.

Qin family saw Curtis and regarded him with a sour face. "Let me

smiled and answered politely, "Yes, Mrs. Qin. Debbie is young and made a

reminded him, "Remember Mr. Lu, Mr. Huo didn't call because he wanted you

might do, Carlos had asked Emmett to remind him at the right moment. That was Carlos, always at least one step ahead, and usually three. That

took care of things, but that was not his style. He preferred to solve problems the mild way. But if that didn't work and

others couldn't hear what Emmett was whispering to Curtis. They all thought that he was begging Curtis to help "his wife" Debbie out. Hayden was convinced

had always been pompous. Even in Hayden's and Curtis' presence, she was hostile. "I want her to apologize! And pay for the dresses! No—I want three times their

the crowd

didn't get angry. His mood remained steady. He looked at Debbie with a smile and asked, "Debbie, you bad girl, you. You okay?" He sounded slightly reproachful, but there was no trace of blame in his

it was our daughters who

her to apologize,

on us and pushed us! Everyone saw it! That's the truth! What else do

she almost fainted. Her face was beet red now. "Shut up, Gail!" she

many people, Gail stomped her feet angrily, her cheeks burning, nearly as red as her mother's.

side? Who is she to you?" As soon as the question was out, all eyes were on Curtis. So

answered calmly, "I'm Debbie's principal. Of course, I can't sit idly when my student is in trouble. I'd be concerned too, if it were

sounded solid, sending everyone into silence. No one was going to question an august presence like

back. A group of people walked in. Or

were in the wrong holes, others simply not buttoned at all. He couldn't help but smirk. 'He must have been with

he reflected. After some consideration, he retorted, "Hey, they