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.

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

joyfully, "Thank you,

let out a silent sigh. "And don't think you can get away with this again. You know this

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

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 a stop in front of a building in Manchester, where

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 walk to a

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 entrance, checking it against the address, and strode to the doors, a plump white-haired

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

nodded. "Yes, and you

woman's eyes. She took Debbie's suitcase and replied, "I'm Ethel.

"Oh, thank you, Ethel."

the sixth floor. There were two apartments on this floor. Brass

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

rewards, ' she exclaimed inwardly.

she loved traveling, Carlos 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

local tour guide. If she didn't want a stranger's company, she could go to the tourist attractions without him. But wherever she went, so

lot of places, 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

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

finished the draft, she

secret, she had

she posted what she was going to say to Carlos in the

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

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

he'd comment on her post.