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.

the old lady of the Qin family saw Curtis and regarded him with a sour face. "Let me guess, Mr. Lu. you'll take responsibility for her

Debbie is young and made a

tugged at his sleeve and reminded him, "Remember Mr. Lu, Mr. Huo didn't call because he wanted you to

Carlos, always at least one step ahead, and usually

of things, but that was not his style. He preferred to solve problems the mild way. But if that didn't work and things got out of hand, heads would roll for that.

was whispering to Curtis. They all thought that he was begging Curtis to help "his wife" Debbie out. Hayden was convinced that Debbie was Emmett's

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

the crowd echoed.

and asked, "Debbie, you bad girl, you. You okay?" He sounded

it was our

her. "I know you want her to apologize, but shouldn't we find out

"Mr. Lu, she poured red wine on us and pushed us! Everyone saw it! That's the truth! What else do you need to

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

people, Gail stomped her feet angrily, her cheeks burning, nearly as red

at Curtis with a smoldering gaze and demanded, "Mr. Lu, why are you taking Debbie's side? Who is she to you?" As soon as the question was out, all eyes were on Curtis. So

calmly, "I'm Debbie's principal. Of course, I can't sit idly when my student is in trouble.

sending everyone into silence. No one was going to question an august presence

devil-may-care voice shouted suddenly. All heads turned back. A group of people walked in. Or rather, sauntered. Damon was in front,

Damon's buttons were cattywampus, some buttons were in the wrong holes, others simply not buttoned at all. He couldn't help but smirk. 'He must have been with some woman too when Carlos

some consideration, he retorted, "Hey, they started it. What are you blaming me for? Debbie tried to ignore them, but they barked and bit like