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.

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

said joyfully, "Thank you,

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

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

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

of flats located in the heart of 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

glass work. Just when Debbie located the entrance, checking it against the

quickened her pace, trying to catch up to Debbie. "Excuse me,

"Yes, and you

suitcase and replied, "I'm

"Oh, thank you, Ethel."

elevator took her and Ethel to the sixth floor. There were two apartments on this floor. Brass characters bolted into

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.

its rewards, ' she exclaimed

driver and bodyguards could

want a stranger's company, she could go to the tourist attractions

Debbie had traveled to a 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

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

the

marriage had been a secret, she had never

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

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

sent her location along

she had declared her love for Carlos in Moments. She wondered if he'd comment on her post. 'He probably will.