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?'

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

"Hmm,"

his voice devoid

while; they were both frustrated as they had to part

he was a man of few words, Debbie decided to

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

Debbie answered in a low voice. She feigned calm and added, "Is that why you

fun with your friends. I'll pick you

a cab home," she said. Kasie

couldn't get her back home. Debbie

done. I'll be there," he said firmly. Apparently, he didn't take no for an

to cry. Her husband was so bossy. That was why she

softened, as she gave in without too much of a fight. He just wanted

her seat like nothing happened. Jared and Sasha were bantering back and forth. Sasha turned to Debbie. "Was he calling to

She then pretended to be serious and said, "Yeah. He heard I was with Jared and Dixon, and he said he'd send them to

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

burst out laughing. "Yeah! The South Pole! Sounds interesting! Don't worry, Jared.

pleading, "Come on, Tomboy.

mutton and put it into her mouth. After swallowing it, she teased, "A flight? You wish! It's not a vacation. You

much that

God no!" Jared's