Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"You better believe it. Otherwise I would've just bled in vain!" Carlos said to Curtis. The news that Mr. Huo had sex with his wife in the ward, causing his wound to bleed again, soon spread to everyone on the VVIP floor of the inpatient department. Although he was aware of the shock he had brought to everyone, Carlos didn't mind at all, nor did he feel embarrassed about it.

As Carlos talked to Curtis, the doctor silently finished bandaging his wound. In a frightened voice, he cautioned, "Mr. Huo, the wound rupture is severe. You've lost a lot of blood again. Please do be careful."

He nodded slightly to the doctor, and told Curtis, "Drive Debbie to the manor before you go home." Since his wound was worse now, it was impossible for him to be discharged from the hospital that day. Even if he wanted to leave, the embarrassed woman hiding in the bathroom wouldn't allow him to. He might have to stay for another two days.

Damon had been laughing the whole time. He teased, "Why? Are you afraid that you might lose control of yourself again and die on top of your wife?"

Carlos swiftly grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at Damon. It hit him right in the face.

Damon yelled, "Hey asshole! Debbie, come out now! Get a leash on your husband."

Debbie had been listening to their bantering as she stood in the bathroom with her hands covering her red hot face. She didn't dare utter a word or respond to their teasing.

"Are you gonna stay alone here?" Curtis asked with a raised brow.

Carlos nodded. "I don't mind. She's been attending to me since she returned from England." He was afraid that Debbie might get bored. He remembered how she had resisted staying in the hospital last time.

But that was not the only reason. He knew that she would be pissed if she found out about their plan for that night. He was painfully aware that if he acted first and asked for forgiveness later, it would anger her even more. But he was also certain that if he told her now, she wouldn't allow him to run into anything dangerous in his current condition. So after much consideration, he figured it would be best to keep it a secret from Debbie for the moment.

Curtis stood up and tidied his clothes. He walked to the bathroom door and knocked. "Debbie, come out. The doctors and nurses have left."

Debbie was baffled. 'The doctors and nurses have left, but you and Damon are still there...' she thought, as she blushed.

taken a shower and had changed into new clothes. Her face was as red as a tomato when she greeted Curtis, "Mr.

addressing him. He knew that it would take time for her to accept him as her uncle. He led her to Carlos and pointed at the unabashed man. "See? Your husband sat there without

at the smug man. "Aren't you ashamed at

shook his head and replied in a casual tone, "You are my wife. Why should I

hard to communicate

a thin smile lingering on his lips. "I'll drive you home now. You

asked

to look after him. You must

some shopping instead. Look, the Pet-Woman brand has released some new products. I've seen you wear their clothes and shoes several

asked, perplexed. 'What does he mean? Is his life in some sort of

people behind, just to stay with you. I can totally understand Carlos' feeling. When he is with you,

imperial concubine? You probably

would have been difficult for him to compare

to you lately. Why are you so free? Don't you have to earn your living?"

sat cross-legged next to Carlos on the sofa and said casually, "Never mind that. My dad is rich. I can just live on his money. Besides, my parents are more than

with Damon again. He turned to Debbie and said in a soft voice, "Why don't you go for some shopping like he said?

minute! She's your wife, not mine. Why should I pay for your wife?"

cold glance. "It's you who suggested that she go

"Well yeah... but..."

He looked back at

if she did. Considering he had been so bold to have sex with her in his wounded state, it wouldn't be safe for him if she stayed by his side, just like Damon had said.