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.

up, he said, "Okay, okay. He's not

Debbie said joyfully, "Thank you, honey.

"And don't think you can get away with this again. You know

promise I won't do it again. Honey, you're the best." Her voice was sweet

from farms to little communities could be seen on the drive. Half an hour later, the car rolled

the city center. Close to all sorts of businesses from chains to mom and pop shops, she was truly set if she wanted to step out for a bite to eat or do some shopping. What was more, it was a short

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

woman quickened her pace, trying to catch up to Debbie. "Excuse me, are you Mrs.

nodded. "Yes,

Debbie's suitcase and

"Oh, thank you, Ethel."

There were two apartments on this floor. Brass characters

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

its rewards, ' she exclaimed inwardly.

go to university right away. The driver and bodyguards could take her sightseeing for a couple days. The more Ethel Mei talked, the happier Debbie got. She could get used to this. Real used to

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

the first day resting at home and didn't set out until the next day. She grabbed the camera and asked the driver to take

and sent it to Carlos. "Mr. Handsome, the French fries here are awesome. Come and have a taste," she

the draft, she discarded

had never displayed

not? So she posted what she was going to say

I'm waiting for you to come steal a

these words was the picture she had taken. She also sent

her post. 'He probably