Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

That was when Debbie had been stimulated. In a fluster to avoid the vehicle coming in the opposite direction, she had mistaken the gas for the brake. As a result, the car veered out of control and ran into the river.

Sounding morose, Carlos said, "Although I was disappointed in you, I didn't go to Megan's place. It was indeed Megan who told me about you taking birth control pills, though." It was also true that he had told Megan he would take care of her forever—as her uncle.

"Did you lose your composure because your lie was exposed?" he asked.

Debbie looked at him in disappointment. "So, you think this has nothing to do with her?"

At the moment, Carlos wasn't sure how much he should trust Debbie. It had just been confirmed that she had been taking birth control pills behind his back. Besides, Hayden was never out of her life. "You're a grown woman. You should take your own responsibility when there's a problem instead of blaming others, understand?"

Apparently pissed off, Debbie laughed sarcastically. Grabbing the pillow from behind her back, she threw it at Carlos angrily. "To hell with your 'blaming others'! Get out of my sight! I don't ever want to see you again! Ever!"

Unflappable, Carlos didn't duck. The pillow softly hit him.

"Get some rest." With those three words, he picked the pillow up, tossed it on the sofa, and left.

Left alone, Debbie's eyes reddened. One of the most enjoyable feelings she had with Carlos was his constant reassurances. It was a priceless part of the relationship. Made her feel like a princess. But when he ignored her, it made her feel like a weed in his backyard. Something which he didn't give a damn about and could as well be trampled under feet.

Her phone had been destroyed in the accident, so when Debbie was left alone in the ward, she had nothing to do but aimlessly switch between TV channels. Yet, she didn't find anything of interest.

When she finally got bored with the telly, and Carlos had been gone for more than one hour, she decided to get out of bed to play on the computer in the ward.

Leaving the TV on, she heavy-heartedly dragged herself out of bed and sat at the computer. That was when the TV in the background drew her attention. "CEO of ZL Group, Mr. Carlos Huo, is present at the fashion show." Instantly she turned to check what was on the news.

On Y City Fashion Satellite TV, an international fashion show was being broadcast live.

His date wore a cloud dress and white stilettos. Arm in arm, they walked on the red carpet

but move

no mistaking the

woman enjoyed the envious gazes from everywhere, obvious excitement written all over her porcelain

hands tightly, Debbie wanted

low profile? Didn't he say he never allowed the media to take pictures of

lying, cheating son of a

Portia had sat in their VIP seats, the reporters kept on taking pictures of the two. After all, it was rare for Carlos to be

and then Megan, and now, Portia! Mr. Huo, aren't you a philandering old

never nice to her. And now she was wrapping her arm around Carlos'

bedside cupboard and smashed

Carlos got a call from Tristan not long

panicky Carlos asked. Although he tried as much as he could to remain calm, the anxiety was detectable in his

smashed

"Why? What happened?"

of his forehead, now sinking deeper into thoughts. Why did he have to walk into the ward just when Debbie was about to smash the TV? Now he had to be the one telling his boss what she was up to. While he fumbled for words, Debbie shouted in the background, "Well, do you ever get tired of fooling around with all kinds of

good time smashing things. If one set is not enough, give her more sets to smash." It had only been a short while since he

find the right words. "Yes, Mr. Huo," Tristan

listened carefully to the conversation on the phone. She couldn't hear anything from the other end of the line, but she got every word that Carlos had said.

this "her"? Is she Carlos'

And since the chance was here, she had decided to use it to its fullest, making sure she left a favorable, lasting impression