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!"

to see Hayden making his way over to

lowered her head again to play with her phone. She wasn't in the mood for a

at all—he was used to the cold shoulder. He stood before her,

delicate and exquisitely crafted ear studs, dazzling in the

"Okay, what is

spent together. You used to wear earrings like these. When I saw them

Gu, but I'm good.

couldn't remember, but Hayden could. 'Does that mean he really loved

swing to stop it from moving, which snapped

put them on for you. They'll look really good." After he had reunited with Debbie, he had longed to buy her a gift, but hadn't found anything appropriate. Now he had

Hayden Gu? I said no!" Debbie decided that sticking around was the last thing she wanted. She got to her

hand. Finally, he put them back in his pocket. He grabbed for her wrist, and guided her back to the swing. "Okay, okay. Don't get mad. Why don't you play on the swing? Hand me your purse, and I'll push you. Come on, you know you want

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

she threatened. Now everyone knew she was Carlos' wife. If she were seen with Hayden, Carlos would be a laughing stock. She didn't want that

the swing, and stopped it.

than a little startled. Her

studs, and then the swing. But now he gives in that easily?

thoughts, took her purse back, and walked

taking off. You stay and have fun.

Since Carlos was still busy playing the

He looked across the room and saw Carlos, still mingling. "You're not

No biggie. I'll hail a taxi.

Debbie know 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 to