Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie was embarrassed into silence. Thanks to Carlos, some x-rated scenes flashed through her mind, making her blush bright red. In a huff, she silently tried to pinch him, but to no avail. The man was so slender that there was nowhere to pinch, only solid muscle. Frustrated, Debbie faked a smile and warned him, "Get your hand off me, or I'll give you hell!"

In contrast to her anger and frustration, he felt really good after finally going public with his wife's identity. He'd been waiting for this moment for months. He'd wanted to do it long before, but Debbie didn't want all the paparazzi following her every move. She didn't want to worry about going out in public, or attending school. She didn't want to worry who was pretending to be her friend only trying to get close to Carlos and his money. For every piece of jewelry or watch that Debbie had looked at with keen interest, he would secretly signal his assistant, instructing him to buy and pack up the item. In the meantime, he kept bantering with his wife. "I'll let go if you kiss me," he teased playfully.

Debbie took a deep breath to contain her anger. She felt like a pot about to boil over, and all Carlos was doing was increasing the heat. She closed her eyes, kept the feigned smile on her face and muttered between gritted teeth, "Carlos, I'm serious. Let go of me now. My foot hurts. Do you want a high heel in the face? Imagine what a scar might do to your popularity with the girls."

When what she said sank in, Carlos frowned and loosened his grip. The next second, he squatted down in front of her and asked with concern, "Which foot?"

'My wife is hurting. Who cares about everyone else?' he thought, not in the mood to carry on with the joke now.

He reached out his hand to touch Debbie's ankles, trying to check for a wound. In the process, he kept his back straight. It wasn't hard to tell he used to be a soldier.

His sudden gesture startled Debbie. She hastily tried to pull him up. "Hey, not here. Everyone's staring!"

Seeing Carlos obediently stand up, Debbie heaved a sigh of relief. Yet he scooped her up all of a sudden.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, Carlos strode towards the lounge, carrying Debbie in his arms. No one expected the gesture, so they stared in rapt fascination as he left.

On their way, Debbie noted the crowd's reactions. When she saw some of the women glare at her with resentment, she wanted to cry. "You're doing this on purpose, old man?" she complained.

Carlos lowered his head to look at her. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you told everyone who I was. I don't remember telling you that was okay. Then you tried to make out with me in front of all the guests. And now? You carry me in your arms. In front of everyone. You have a lot of fans! Don't make them hate me out of jealousy." Debbie was well aware of Carlos' popularity. If she guessed right, they might have already hit the headlines.

Unfortunately, Debbie's guess was right. Moments ago, someone uploaded photos. The news went viral. The news headlines read, "Mrs. Huo's identity," "Carlos Huo apologizes to his wife in public" and "the Huos showed off their love at the exposition."

And what was more, some netizens even dug into Debbie's past and found out more about her past.

ex-boyfriend was Hayden Gu, the CEO

student of Economics and Management School; and Kristina Lin, Dixon's girlfriend. On top of that, a lot

Debbie didn't have a chance to do anything with phone at the moment, she still had no idea of

In the lounge

off her high heels and found that her right heel was chafed raw by the shoe. If she had walked any longer, the shoe

furrowed his eyebrows and stood up. He pulled out his phone and called Emmett.

bother him. "Hey, cut it out. I'll be okay after a little rest here." 'Or I can go back home early, '

the call,

them. Leave me alone here. I'll be okay," Debbie urged again. She had been trying to drive this

to stop any more curious glances, she desperately wanted

Debbie had insisted, Carlos had no choice but to agree. "Okay, but don't go anywhere. Just stay here. I'll be

if Debbie wanted to chat or not, they began to spit out a barrage of questions one after

I never imagined Mrs. Huo would be so beautiful! But Mrs. Huo, what happened to you? I saw Mr. Huo carry you the whole

have you been Mrs. Huo? Which family are you from? What

to the never-ending questions. This was exactly what she was trying to avoid. What was

now, she had to keep a polite smile on her face. She grabbed

was obviously saying goodbye to them. A quick way to end the conversation. But strangely enough, they didn't get the hint. Or maybe

to be

looks sinful! You

to put on

shape! Why would you want to be

Huo may not like you if you put on weight."

to watch your weight—a rich handsome man like

Mr. Gu really your