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.

throbbing temples. Before she hung up, he said, "Okay, okay. He's not in hot water anymore. Happy?

said joyfully,

can get away with this again. You know this

Honey, you're the best." Her voice was

up the phone, Debbie turned to look out the car window. The scenery was so different than in China. All sorts of things from farms to little communities could be seen on the drive. Half an hour later, the car rolled to

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

row of beautiful colonnades, and she'd have to head through an ornate set of double doors of chestnut stain with elaborate glass work. Just when Debbie located the

trying to catch up to Debbie. "Excuse me, are you

nodded. "Yes,

woman's eyes. She took Debbie's suitcase and replied, "I'm Ethel. Mr. Huo hired me to take care of

"Oh, thank you, Ethel."

There were two apartments on this

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

' she exclaimed

had a camera outfitted for her. She didn't have to 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

If she 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

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

she took a picture of her food and sent it to Carlos. "Mr. Handsome, the French fries here are awesome. Come and have

the draft, she discarded

a secret, she had never displayed her love for Carlos in public.

she was Carlos' wife, she thought, why not? So she posted what she was going to

the French fries in this restaurant are amazing. I'm waiting for you to come steal a few from my plate,"

was the picture she had taken. She also sent her location along

love for Carlos in Moments. She wondered if he'd comment on her post. 'He