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.

old lady of the Qin family saw Curtis and regarded him with a sour

Mrs. Qin. Debbie is young and made a mistake. I apologize for any trouble she's

Mr. Lu, Mr. Huo didn't

to remind him at the right moment. That was Carlos, always at least one step ahead, and usually three. That was why he was successful at business and

knew how Carlos usually 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 things got out of hand, heads would roll for

hear what Emmett was whispering to Curtis. They all thought that he was begging Curtis to help "his wife" Debbie out.

"I want her to apologize! And pay for the dresses! No—I want three times

the crowd echoed.

He looked at Debbie with a smile and asked, "Debbie, you bad girl, you. You okay?" He sounded

Lu, it was our daughters

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

"Mr. Lu, she poured red wine on us and pushed us! Everyone saw it! That's the truth!

face was beet

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

Debbie's side? Who is she to you?" As soon as the question was out, all eyes

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 you." Of course, he

was going to question an

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

all. He couldn't help but smirk. 'He must have been with some woman too

reflected. After some consideration, he retorted, "Hey, they started it. What are you blaming