Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Before reaching the door, Megan changed her mind and sat on the couch in the study instead. Looking at Carlos in admiration, she said, "Aunt Debbie, Uncle Carlos speaks English so well. He used to teach me. Actually, my English grades improved vastly, thanks to his tuition."

The more she droned on and on, the more she irritated Debbie. 'Such an airhead! Can't she just leave us alone?

What joy does she derive from being the third wheel all the time? She keeps showing off her relationship with Carlos again and again! I must put an end to this, ' Debbie mused.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her mind. She cradled Carlos' neck and kissed his short hair. It smelt good. "Honey, I've changed my mind. Let me fetch my book for a short lesson as we wait for dinner. I guess it might take Julie and Mom a little longer to cook what they have in mind," Debbie said playfully.

Pleasantly, Carlos curled his lips and stroked her arm. "Alright. Go fetch the book. I'll be here waiting for you."

"Sure. I'll be back in a minute." Before Debbie trotted to get her book, she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

With eyes full of affection, Carlos stared at her retreating figure. Once Debbie was out of sight, he turned to Megan and said, "Why don't you go to the living room and watch TV?"

With a cute smile, Megan answered, "Uncle Carlos, I wish I could join Aunt Debbie for the lesson."

Carlos shrugged as he couldn't find a reason to turn down her request. When Debbie returned with a book in her hand, Megan, still sitting on the couch, cast her a challenging glance.

"Aunt Debbie, Uncle Carlos has agreed to let me join you for the class." With a haughty face, she had her chin and nose up in the air.

Instantly, Debbie fumed, but she did her best not to lose her temper. Just then, an idea struck her. With a fake smile, she conceded, "Okay. Why not?"

Sitting on the couch with Debbie and Megan on either side, Carlos began his lesson.

In a minute or so, Debbie casually put her hand on his lap. Every now and then, she adjusted herself, getting closer and closer to him until, at long last, she completely leaned into his arms.

Occasionally, she'd give him a peck on the cheek or earlobe without Megan noticing. Even Megan could sense something unusual with Carlos. When the class was finally over, he ordered, "Megan, go check if the dinner is ready."

so he could be with Debbie alone. She also didn't want to stay here any longer to see Debbie almost getting cozy. Without hesitation,

came back to Debbie. Before she could say a word, he pressed

her, while his hands ran

to. Instead of wrestling him, she allowed him on top, her arms wrapped around her waist. She bit her lips so that she could hold back her

Carlos answered in a low voice. Debbie, who was pressed

Carlos grunted.

be bad if we...if we... didn't go...downstairs now...

put in so much

let her go. His mouth was open slightly, and his breathing was heavy. He

pleading with him to let her go. Eventually, Carlos decided to let her go despite the fact that he didn't come. He caressed her hair and gave her a peck on the back. "Honey, we need to bang this evening," he whispered in a hoarse

support of the windowsill, she turned around and snapped, "Old man, we'll see to that when the time comes. But you shouldn't be so infatuated. A bit of moderation would go

Carlos asked casually, "Deb, have you been

"I like running. As long as I'm free, I usually go for a run,

need to improve your endurance.

remark left Debbie

he a sex maniac or something?' she

the stairs on the second floor, the

about to descend the stairs, but her right leg suddenly went soft. If it weren't

fault!' Debbie cast him a reproachful

her causation, Debbie gnashed her teeth and whispered in

Mom to worry

a smart woman. Even if I don't tell her, she'll know it's

support her, Carlos held her arm and slowly led the way to the dining room, where everything was ready by now. Straightaway, he led her to the sink so that they could wash their hands. Just then, Tabitha and Megan walked out of the kitchen together. "Debbie, how do you find his English class? Is he easy to follow?" asked Tabitha in an honest tone.

A lot of things had taken place while they were