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.

own. Please take care of yourself. Call Mr. Huo if you need anything," he

it. Thank you. You take

"Bye, Mrs. Huo."

"Bye, Matan."

around and walked towards the departure lounge.

the lounge, someone

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

Huo! Mrs. Huo!

around to find a dozen men carrying cameras

she screamed in her head.

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 with her, she started

please wait! Mrs. Huo..." the reporters

a one-time half marathon bronze medalist, and as the best runner in her university, Debbie

quietly. The heavy luggage was holding her back. She could have

her eight-decimeter-long suitcase, it took her ten minutes to

sure that no one was following her, she

I can't even get on a

on a baseball cap and sunglasses to cover half her face. She even wiped off the candy lipstick she was wearing

later that evening did Carlos find out that Debbie was gone. He had intended to take her out for dinner and called her several

the house phone in the manor. A housemaid stammered out the truth when she heard his cold voice. "Mrs. Huo...left the house

she go?" he asked coldly after a short pause.

to the airport. And she left a message for you, Mr. Huo— 'See you

up without a word.

he called Emmett in and asked calmly, "Emmett,

in dread of Carlos finding out the truth ever since he had bought the air ticket for Debbie. Every time

to be calm,

you to go there to supervise the project. Don't come back

defensively, "Mr. Huo, you