Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"All right, you said it! Do keep your word. Actually, I just came up with an excellent idea!" Debbie looked at Carlos with a sparkle in her eyes.

He grinned broadly. "You do know how to seize the moment."

"Of course! It's such a golden chance." Deep down, Debbie knew that Carlos spoiled her very much and allowed her to do whatever she wanted. But when it came to matters of Megan, it was hard to tell whether he would agree with her or not. So she wanted to take this chance to reach some sort of agreement with him.

"Tell me."

"Okay. Since you've arranged for me to study abroad, I think it's only fair that you send Megan abroad too. See? You've sent me to England and Dixon to America. So you should throw Megan to some remote, poor country far away from all of us."

Carlos was at a loss for words. 'My wife is crueler than me, ' he thought to himself, smirking.

Debbie didn't really want to drive Megan away to some remote country. As long as Megan stayed away from Carlos, any country was fine with her.

If Megan kept pestering her husband, Debbie was afraid that she would snatch him away sooner or later.

Carlos pondered about it for a moment. Then he said, "Since this semester has already begun, let her finish it. I'll send her to A Country after her final exams." Wesley was originally from A Country. The Li family was rooted there, so Wesley and his family could take care of Megan if she went there.

Now that Carlos had made an appropriate decision, Debbie thought she'd better stop asking for too much. She nodded happily and kissed his cheek. "Honey, you treat me so well."

Carlos pinched her cheek lovingly. "You're my wife. A husband is bound to spoil his wife, right?"

A happy smile crept over Debbie's face. She pulled him closer, pressed his head against her chest and patted him as if comforting a child. "Rest assured, I feel the same way. I'll love you for the rest of my life."

Carlos took the opportunity to run his fingers on her chest and kissed her neck. Startled by his movement, she protested, "Hey, behave yourself. You are wounded. Lie down. I'll give you a massage."

eyebrow. "Massage? When did you acquire such

lie down on the bed. As she adjusted the height of the bed, she replied calmly, "I never said I had any special massage skills. I'll just...casually help

sighed, shaking his head helplessly.

for your dedication to this family. You've been working

not like her at all. 'Is this another trick?' he wondered. "Spill it out. What do you want?" he asked outright.

would try his

think that you work hard day in and day out. You have a mountain of work in your office, and meanwhile, you also have to act as someone's bodyguard, making sure that person is safe. I feel sorry for

are not going to tell me what you want? You might not get a second chance," he said,

massage his leg. "I don't care. I just want to do my best to protect my husband, while he selflessly

could sense her jealousy filling the

hope that the next time my husband personally goes to the battlefield to

her head to

asked the silent man, "Honey, do you

head.

still has me in his heart. Honey, could you please enlighten me? You're a skilled fighter. You have better martial

to be triggered, her sudden sharp question snapped him

tell her the whole story. There was a good chance that the truth would make this woman go crazy again. He was afraid that she would go to Megan's ward and throw her out

shin more forcefully, as if venting her anger. "Why the

this time and they attacked all of a

at that time. I couldn't just sit back and watch her get shot. Besides, her asthma attacks are more frequent these days. If she

bullet had hit your heart or head, instead of your shoulder, you..." Her voice trailed off, and her eyes brimmed with tears. With a quiet sob, she added, "If something worse had happened, what

streamed down her

her wrist, pulling her into his