Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The driver was British. Debbie was pretty sure he couldn't understand Chinese, so she decided to continue talking to Carlos in her native tongue. She smiled and cajoled Carlos, putting on her sweetest voice. "I decided a couple days ago. I was in a bad mood then. Can you stop being mad at me, honey? You know how much I love you. I'm wearing the watch you bought me."

She was also wearing the ring Carlos got her. Only, she was wearing it around her neck as a necklace, just like before.

"Are you also wearing the studs Hayden bought you?"

"No. I already mailed those back and blocked his number. Honey, my love for you is as pure as moonlight and as deep as the sea."

At the other end of the line, hearing Debbie's declaration of love, Carlos grinned from ear to ear. "You're set up with drivers, bodyguards, and cooks. I've got a friend you can call if things go south. I'll text you her number later."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, honey. So can Emmett stay?"

For a moment, Carlos went silent again. She could tell she said something wrong. She was also sure he'd let her know about it. 'So that's what all this is about.'

"Hee hee, Mr. Handsome..." Debbie pleaded with a giggle.

"Debbie!" her husband snapped.

"Yeah?" she replied immediately.

"So it's about Emmett again. Do you remember how many times you've tried to get me to go easy on him?" Every time Emmett made a mistake, she would plead with Carlos for him, sweeter and softer than ever. She wouldn't even do that for herself. But she liked the guy. He was well-meaning, no matter what.

"I just don't want him in trouble because of me. He helped me out. And you didn't thank him but instead plan to exile him to some remote village. That's not fair."

"He deserves it," Carlos said firmly.

His stubbornness frustrated Debbie. "Alright, I won't take up more of your time. Bye, Mr. Huo." Her tone became icy cold.

she hung up, he said, "Okay, okay. He's

Debbie said joyfully,

silent sigh. "And don't think you can get away with

again. Honey, you're the best."

of things from farms to little communities

and pop shops, she was truly set if she wanted to step out for a bite to eat or do some shopping.

with elaborate glass work. Just when Debbie located the entrance, checking it against the address, and strode to the doors, a plump white-haired Chinese woman happened to

catch up to Debbie. "Excuse

"Yes, and you

in the older woman's eyes. She took Debbie's suitcase and

"Oh, thank you, Ethel."

Ethel to the sixth floor. There were two

huge, at least 200 square meters. Debbie marveled at its simple yet sumptuous decor. There was a leather couch in one corner, and a white fabric one in the other. A glass end table held an ornate lamp, while a coffee table, also with a glass top, stood in front of the leather couch. There were little cubbies to store things like shoes and such, and a large flat-screen TV hung from a fixture on the wall. She had a corner space, and the fishbowl windows offered her an amazing view of the city. And

its rewards, ' she exclaimed inwardly.

right away. The driver and bodyguards could take her sightseeing for a couple days. The more Ethel Mei talked, the

didn't want a stranger's company, she could go to the tourist attractions without him. But wherever she went, so did the bodyguards. Carlos wasn't willing to leave anything to chance.

she almost never used a guide. So she decided not to use one either this time. Assuming she'd be exhausted, she spent the first day resting at home and didn't set out until the next day. She grabbed the

picture of her food and sent it to Carlos. "Mr.

she finished the

she had never

whole world had known she was Carlos' wife, she thought, why not? So she

restaurant are amazing. I'm waiting for you

picture she had taken. She also sent her location along with it, and then it was

in Moments. She wondered if he'd comment on her post. 'He probably will. But what if he doesn't?' They had few mutual friends, but there were people who knew