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?'

her friends, but her thoughts were far away. She kept wondering what Carlos had called her for. She thought about it for a half hour, and finally it bothered

"Hmm,"

his voice devoid

both frustrated as they had to

was a man of few words, Debbie decided to break the silence. "I'm

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

voice. She feigned calm and added, "Is that why you

your friends. I'll pick you up

take a cab home," she said. Kasie had come to the manor

drinking this evening, so Kasie couldn't get her back home. Debbie planned to grab a taxi

you're done. I'll be there," he said

bossy. That was why she had a love-hate relationship. She loved that he cared for her, but hated that he

she finally said obediently. His heart softened, as she gave in without too much of a fight. He just wanted to see her safe, and didn't

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

her words. She then pretended to be serious and said, "Yeah. He heard I was with Jared and Dixon, and he

with rage at her words. "Tomboy, you have to talk him down. You're the one who invited me, remember? Call

laughing. "Yeah! The South Pole! Sounds interesting! Don't worry, Jared. I'll go with you." Seriousness was written all over her face.

went on pleading, "Come on, Tomboy. Give him

it into her mouth. After swallowing it, she

trip to Southon Village, Jared hated buses so much that he swore to himself he would never take a bus

God no!" Jared's face went