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?'

She kept wondering what Carlos 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; it had barely rung once on her end. "Hey,

"Hmm,"

answered shortly, his voice devoid

a while; they were both frustrated as they had

Debbie decided to break the silence. "I'm

him to pay more attention to her. Carlos was busy, but nothing was more important than his wife.

voice. She feigned calm

your friends. I'll pick

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

her back home. Debbie planned to grab a

when you're done. I'll be there," he said firmly. Apparently, he didn't

whether to laugh or to cry. Her husband was so bossy. That was why she had a love-hate relationship. She loved

without too much of a fight. He just wanted to

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

I was with Jared and Dixon, and he said he'd send them to the South Pole to breed

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 it's freezing there. Never

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

on pleading, "Come on, Tomboy.

picked up a piece of mutton and put it into her mouth. After swallowing it, she

hated buses so much that he swore to

Jared's face went pale.