Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"Let go of me. My legs work just fine!" Debbie yelled as she struggled in an attempt to break his grip.

But Carlos didn't loosen his forceful grip on her hand until they reached the edge of the bed. With strength, he freed her hand, throwing her onto the soft bed.

Debbie awkwardly lay prone on the bed, bouncing a bit while shouting angrily, "Carlos Huo! Are you nuts? If you don't want to see me, then don't come back home! Oh, well. This is your home, not mine. I'll get out."

As she said this, she got out of the bed and trotted toward the doorway.

"Stop!" Carlos ordered coldly.

With his authoritative voice, he always could assert power over everyone but Debbie. It occurred to him that she was the only person in this world who dared to go against him time and again.

The angry woman had disappeared from the bedroom after slamming the door loudly, leaving Carlos alone with himself. Why did she constantly get angry with him when he only wanted the best for her? It seemed to him that their relationship was a bit like a child and a parent. He would make a rule or re-direct her, and she would throw a fit because she wasn't allowed to do what she wanted right then and there. Sometimes, she would bring him to the end of his rope.

She had only gotten a few steps away when Carlos caught up with her and carried her in his arms. Feeling her legs leave the ground all of a sudden, she yelled, "Let go! You jerk! I don't want to see you..." Her voice was suddenly muffled. The man had kicked the door closed and pressed her against it to kiss her blabbering lips.

Realizing his intent, Debbie took the chance to ridicule him while gasping for air, "You want to have sex with me? But aren't you angry with me for taking birth control pills? Aren't you worried I'll take them again?"

Thanks to this topic, Carlos flared up more. He glared at Debbie intently, warning, "Debbie, if you eat just one more pill, I won't let you have even one bite of food."

"Whatever, no sex anyway, then. Since you don't trust me, why sleep with me? Get lost! Get away from me... Aargh! Ouch! You're hurting me..."

Debbie stopped her attempt to wriggle out of his arms by his sudden gesture.

Carlos tightened his grip on her waist. "Why are you turning me down? For Hayden?"

in the face. Why was he talking about Hayden? What did he have to do with this? In a huff, she snapped, "Are you high right now? Hey, stop, stop! I was

her deafening pleading sounds echoing through the house, even

subsided and everything returned quiet again. Weakly lying prone on the sofa, Debbie felt really remorseful. She felt like a fool. She shouldn't have angered a night beast who hadn't tasted

make you feel better. But not in this case. They had sex for a whole night, but Carlos wore a cold face the whole time. Even when they reached climax, he didn't affectionately call her "Deb" or "Honey" as he usually did. Thinking of it, Debbie felt

and she slept even longer due to her exhaustion. Like usual, Carlos had already gone

her phone and texted Carlos. "Shouldn't

her to have a meal together

back and had even experienced a near fatal accident. So she hadn't had the chance to visit them. Since she had almost recovered now, it was time to show respect to

Debbie's message, he had just arrived

took a look at the message and put his phone

of coffee in front of him and said happily, "Uncle Carlos, this is fresh-brewed coffee. I made it for you. Have a sip,

suddenly noticed a love bite on his neck. Her face flushed bright red in an instant. She found it hard to

she was looking at. The truth was, he had gotten a lot of curious and strange glances

on purpose last night. And she got what she wanted thanks to this little trick. Now everyone knew Carlos had spent a crazy and romantic night with a woman.

grin tenderly. He grabbed the coffee mug and took a sip,

he put down the mug and nodded,

back to her senses and smiled sweetly. "Thank you,

what Carlos asked made her smile freeze on her face. "I'm curious...when and where did

I already told you about it. In New York, in the Huo family's house. Uncle Carlos, why do you

and said in a very stern voice, "Megan, be honest with me. You

this. Unable to take it, she

interrogate her, "What did