Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Megan grabbed Debbie's wrist to stop her. "Aunt Debbie, are you still mad at me?" she asked with a pitiful look on her face.

She saw a group of women gather around Debbie, and she thought this was the ideal time to mess with her. She wasn't going to approach Debbie privately. Debbie was no pushover, and Carlos would back her up if she tried anything. He had backed Megan over Debbie once, but it might not always go so well.

Now Debbie was surrounded by quite a few different women, and they were all fans of Carlos. Megan decided to join them to deal with Debbie.

Debbie shook Megan's hand off and snapped at her angrily, "Yes, I am. I'm mad because you guys are like flies, buzzing around me all the time. That's really annoying."

The women were quite taken aback by Debbie's insult. You could see it from the looks on their faces.

Megan knew how to piss Debbie off, and our heroine would rise to the bait. These women were from well-off families and had been spoiled by their parents. Naturally, they wouldn't bear the humiliation quietly.

The first one to snap back was Portia. She looked down at Debbie and reprimanded her in a harsh voice, "You really think you're somebody after marrying Mr. Huo, don't you? You need to learn how to be Mrs. Huo. A Huo would have more grace and elegance."

"Hah!" Debbie laughed mirthlessly, thoroughly amused. "Who the hell do you think you are, Portia Gu? I need to learn how to be Mrs. Huo? You're dying to claim that title, aren't you? Sorry to burst your bubble. Carlos wouldn't marry you even if you were the last woman on earth."

After saying that, she carefully put the glass on the tray of a nearby waiter and stalked out of the room, leaving the furious women behind. She believed she was showing them the right mix of contempt and disdain.

Wearing an evening dress and a pair of sneakers, she was too embarrassed to wander through the crowds. The less people saw her mismatched outfit, the better. Carlos had asked her to wait for him, so she was forced to go to the garden—that was an area that had next to no one in it.

The indoor heating system worked very well. When Debbie left the building, cold air pressed against her skin. The chill raised goosebumps, and she was immediately uncomfortable.

She pulled her cloak around her with shivering hands. She let the wool do its work and keep her warm—Emilio Pucci had designed this one well. Debbie stopped to take a deep breath of fresh air, then sat on a swing, pulled her phone out of her purse, and began to play on it.

Before she could open WeChat, a familiar voice broke the silence. "Deb!"

raised her head to see

again to play with her phone.

He stood before her, took something out of his pocket and held it out to

pair of delicate and exquisitely crafted ear studs, dazzling in the

"Okay, what is this?" she asked.

You used to wear earrings like these. When I saw them at the expo,

to sway. "Thank you, Mr. Gu, but I'm good. I

worn ear studs like these? She couldn't remember, but Hayden could. 'Does

of the swing to stop it from moving, which snapped

After he had reunited with Debbie, he had longed to buy her a

Debbie decided that sticking around was the last

to the swing. "Okay, okay. Don't get

purse anyway and pushed her hard. The swing flew forward. She had to hold on to the ropes tightly to

you push me again, I'll jump off!" she threatened. Now everyone knew she was Carlos' wife. If she were seen with

closed Debbie's purse quickly, grabbed the swing, and stopped it. "My fault. I'm sorry, Deb,"

was more than a little startled. Her

then the

thoughts, took her purse back, and walked towards

You stay and have fun. Thanks

mind. Since Carlos was still busy playing the social butterfly, she decided to take a

fool. He looked across the room and saw Carlos, still mingling. "You're

biggie. I'll hail a taxi.

she might have trouble finding a taxi. After all, thousands of people were expected to attend, and not all at once. They would be taking taxis to and from their hotels and houses. And Carlos' sudden confession