Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"Nope. Just book the ticket for me. Oh, and don't tell Carlos," Debbie said into her phone. She was now in a thoroughly bad mood, and her mind flashed back to the scenes of the painful memories of her and Carlos bickering over Megan. All these scenes were on repeat in her brain—all the times they clashed over one woman. And that wasn't all. Hayden had been bugging her—practically stalking her, and the Huo family members hated her on top of all that. She needed a break from the hate, the fighting, the bad feelings...all of it. All she wanted to do was fly to England alone.

Words failed Emmett. He knew Carlos would beat him to a pulp if he honored Debbie's request.

Carlos was often busy at work, but he was going to take the morning off and drive Debbie to the airport. She was supposed to leave the day after tomorrow.

But Emmett had a hard time turning Debbie down. She was always nice to him, and he found himself liking her. So he decided to do as she said.

When Carlos got home in the evening, Debbie wasn't there. He called her, but he got Kasie instead. When he asked her to put his wife on the phone, she replied, "No can do, Mr. Huo. Debbie's in the ladies' room."

"Okay. Where are you?"

"We...we're at the restaurant. You know, Debbie's taking off soon. We're giving her a farewell dinner," Kasie answered with the utmost care.

"Which restaurant?"

"A hotpot restaurant on Tenth Street," she said honestly.

After hanging up, Carlos descended the stairs, got into his car and drove towards the restaurant. Something didn't feel right; something bugged him. There was a tickling in the back of his brain.

When Debbie came back to their private booth, Kasie had just hung up on Carlos. "Hey Tomboy, your husband just called. Why not call him back?" She held out Debbie's phone. Debbie took it and unlocked the screen.

'Carlos called?' She checked the time on her phone. 'It's only 7 p.m. Why's he off so early?'

had called her for. She thought about it for a half hour, and finally it bothered her enough. She called Carlos. He answered it quite quickly;

"Hmm,"

shortly, his voice

were silent for a while; they were both frustrated as they had

Debbie decided to break the silence. "I'm eating

the documents?" Curtis had come to his office this afternoon. He told him Debbie was in a bad mood and asked him to pay more attention to her. Carlos was busy, but nothing was more important than his wife. Originally, he had three dinner appointments this evening, but he cancelled two of them and drove back home as soon

voice. She

I'll pick you up when you're

I'll take a cab home," she said. Kasie had come to the manor to pick

had been drinking this evening, so Kasie couldn't get her back home. Debbie planned

me when you're done. I'll be there,"

bossy. That was why she had a love-hate relationship. She loved that he cared

she finally said obediently. His heart softened, as she gave in without too much of a fight. He just

were bantering back and forth. Sasha turned to Debbie. "Was he calling

said, "Yeah. He heard I was with Jared and Dixon,

her words. "Tomboy, you have to talk him down. You're the one who invited me, remember? Call him now! I've been to the South Pole before, and

Pole! Sounds interesting! Don't worry, Jared. I'll go with you." Seriousness was

clearly. Ignoring Sasha, he went on pleading, "Come on, Tomboy. Give him

up a piece of mutton and put it into her mouth. After swallowing it, she teased, "A flight? You wish! It's not a vacation. You might have to take a

that he swore to himself he would never take a

God no!" Jared's