Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos burst into laughter and shook his head. Putting a boiled shrimp into Debbie's mouth, he said, "There's no need to be dignified in front of Curtis." He and Curtis had been friends for nearly twenty years. But he had never expected that Curtis would someday become his uncle-in-law. Debbie felt stumped when Carlos put the keys inside her bag.

She hesitated for a moment and then decided not to worry about it anymore.

The two men talked business while she ate. When the meal was finished, Debbie touched her stuffed belly, which was the size of a football. "I shouldn't have eaten so much. It's almost bed time. I haven't run or done any yoga recently. If I keep going on like this, I'll become fat soon."

Carlos rubbed her soft belly and said, "Don't worry about that. You might have skipped running and yoga, but you've been engaging in other forms of exercises. With my help, you will stay fit.

" Debbie was confused.

She looked at him and then at Curtis. The grin on Curtis' face had her realize what Carlos had meant. Embarrassed, she pinched her husband's arm without letting Curtis see. "Shut up," she snapped quietly.

"Fine," he responded. And he kept his mouth shut for the rest of the meal.

It started drizzling as they walked out of the restaurant, drowning Debbie's hopes of taking a walk after the big meal.

Carlos took her back home after saying goodbye to Curtis.

When they entered their bedroom, he asked while holding her in his arms, "Are you still feeling too full?"

She shook her head immediately, afraid to admit that she was. She knew how Carlos was in the bedroom. "I'm going to take a bath. You can go and get some work done in the study if you are bored."

"Want me to join you in the bath?"

"No, no. I reek of hot pot. You won't like the stench." With that, she ran into the bathroom. Lying against the headboard, Carlos smiled at her receding back.

The next morning, Debbie woke up after Carlos had left for work. She freshened up quickly and started packing.

At the airport

Debbie got out of the car and her driver handed her the luggage. "Thank you, Matan," she said.

take care of yourself.

Thank you. You take care

"Bye, Mrs. Huo."

"Bye, Matan."

around and walked towards the

she could reach the lounge, someone shouted, "Isn't

Let me check the picture on my phone. Yes, it's her!

Huo! Mrs. Huo!

shouts rose behind her. She turned around to find a dozen men

she screamed in her

time when she had been besieged by reporters came flooding back to her. She certainly didn't want to relive that experience. Besides, missing her flight was the last thing she wanted. Pulling her luggage

the reporters cried as they

one-time half marathon bronze medalist, and as the best runner in her university, Debbie was not that easy to catch up

the escalator quietly. The heavy luggage was holding

her ten minutes to get rid of all of

sure that no one was following her, she hid under a staircase to catch her

is so much trouble. I can't even get on a

opened her suitcase and changed into another coat. She put on a baseball cap and sunglasses to cover half her face. She even wiped off the candy lipstick she was wearing and put on a shade of blush before walking

out that Debbie was gone. He had intended to take her out for dinner and called her several times, but

stammered out the truth when she heard his cold voice. "Mrs. Huo...left the

did she go?" he asked coldly after a

to drive her to the airport. And she

hung up without

minutes later, he called Emmett in and asked calmly, "Emmett, how is the investment plan in

had bought the air ticket for Debbie. Every time his boss called him in, his heart would

Pretending to be calm, he

want you to go there to supervise

Southon Village? ' With a pitiful face, Emmett explained defensively, "Mr. Huo, you know about Mrs. Huo's temper. I had to do