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 anymore. Happy?

joyfully, "Thank

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

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

things from farms to little communities could be seen on the drive. Half

17-floor block 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

a 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 entrance, checking

trying to catch up

nodded. "Yes,

Debbie's suitcase and replied, "I'm Ethel. Mr. Huo hired

"Oh, thank you, Ethel."

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

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.

' she

Debbie that since 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 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

Assuming she'd be exhausted, she spent the first day resting at home and

it to Carlos. "Mr. Handsome, the French fries here are awesome. Come and

finished the draft,

been a secret, she had never displayed her love for

Carlos' wife, she thought, why not? So she posted what she was going to say to Carlos in the Moments on WeChat

waiting for you to come steal a few from my plate," she said.

words was the picture she had taken. She also sent her location along with it, and then

She wondered if he'd comment on her post. 'He probably will. But what if he doesn't?' They had few mutual friends, but there were people who knew them