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

said joyfully, "Thank

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

again. Honey, you're the best." Her voice was sweet as candy.

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 her apartment

mom and pop shops, she was

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 Chinese

catch up to Debbie. "Excuse me, are you

nodded. "Yes, and

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."

and Ethel to the sixth floor. There were two apartments on this

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

rewards, ' she

university right away. The driver and bodyguards could take her sightseeing for

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

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 camera and asked the driver

took a picture of her food and sent it to Carlos. "Mr. Handsome, the

she finished the draft,

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

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

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

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

time she had declared her love for Carlos 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