Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Besides, Curtis had never heard Carlos trash Debbie in front of them, and likewise, no one was allowed to speak badly of Debbie.

"Mr. Lu, did you come to defend Carlos?" Debbie smiled helplessly. Curtis was indeed Carlos' loyal friend. She still remembered when they had a fight the other day, Curtis did the same thing and kept putting in a good word for Carlos. He would go to the mattresses for him, and wasn't likely to abandon him even in difficult circumstances. Which was exactly what a good friend was supposed to do.

Curtis shook his head. "No, I'm telling the truth."

"Can you get me out of here?" she asked expectantly. She was safe and sound without any injury this time after being saved from the river. But much to her frustration, Carlos stuck her in the hospital again. She couldn't bear another boring stay in the hospital. She was tired of inhaling disinfectant.

Curtis raised his eyebrows. "You don't want to stay here?"

"No, not another second!" More importantly, she also didn't want to see Carlos for the time being.

Moments later, Debbie blatantly stepped out of the ward, tagging along with Curtis.

Carlos and Damon were busy chatting in the corridor. They stopped talking all of a sudden when they heard the footsteps.

Curtis walked up to Carlos and said, "Hey Carlos, Colleen has something to say to Debbie. You'll get her back later."

Carlos didn't say anything, nor did he look back at Curtis. He had kept his eyes glued on Debbie the moment she walked out of the ward. Debbie, of course, had sensed his intent gaze, but she just looked away, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

Curtis looked between the silently bickering couple and laughed. He shook his head helplessly while patting Carlos on the shoulder. "She's still young, so childlike. Do you have to be so serious with her?"

Carlos finally broke the silence. In a cold voice, he snapped, "Childlike? Have you seen any of your students do something like this?" 'Beyond all her bad habits and outrageous behavior, she's gone overboard. She tried to kill Megan... in broad daylight!' Carlos thought angrily.

Curtis wasn't able to find the best words to defend Debbie.

Hearing his reply, Debbie finally shifted her gaze to Carlos. She sneered and taunted him, "Carlos, Kettle, Black. You had the guts to have your wife thrown to the sea to feed the sharks. I was lucky to survive, but then you wanted to bury me alive. Again, I was blessed by God and escaped your deadly grasp. But then you dragged me into the river to drown me. Am I your wife, or your enemy?"

temper and darted toward Debbie to grab her. "Calm down," Curtis said. He hastily moved and blocked Carlos standing

marrying Megan. Granted, if I'm your ex, then it makes sense that you did this... So now we see who

had been signalling her with his

shut his eyes, bearing his anger. A moment later, without parting his eyelids, he accurately pointed at Debbie and ordered between gritted

she didn't disappear from sight as soon

follow orders. I should get going now! Just leave me

push his buttons and get his blood boiling in seconds. He wondered why he put up with her sometimes, but

footsteps coming from behind her, Debbie picked up her pace to rush

usually mature man also started to run after her. They looked like two kids

the funny scene. Fortunately, this was the VVIP floor

The door closed at the very moment Carlos reached

was still going up. This was the 18th floor. He couldn't catch up with Debbie if he chose to descend the staircase

floor, asking them to head to the

minutes later, the bodyguard called him and reported, "Mr. Huo,

waiting for the elevator, Carlos asked in a cold voice,

we couldn't

hardest to hold back his anger. "So get in a

the bodyguard looked in the direction where Debbie had disappeared and replied, "Mrs. Huo ran into the garden as soon as she saw us. Then she stopped a car on the road

"Stopped a car?"

guess, that was Mr. Gus Lu's

his face fell. After a while, he said, "Okay, I see. Just report to your post and stand by for more

Curtis asked with

his clothes, returning to his stoic and imperious self. He said calmly, "Mr. Gus Lu... Curtis, why did you come here? Are you and

chuckled under his breath. "Gus didn't mean anything by doing this. He had the stomach flu two days ago. He's recovered, but the doctor