Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The girl was one of Carlos' fans, so Debbie signed his name as well, right next to hers. She also drew a heart between their names.

Looking at her work, she flashed a broad smile and handed the pen and notebook back to the girl. "Done. I hope it's okay. My writing's a mess."

"Thank you, Mrs. Huo. Er, can I call you 'Debbie?' You're so down to earth. Thanks for the autograph!"

Before Debbie could answer, more pens and notebooks were put in front of her for her to sign. She wondered if she would get cramp in her hand before she finished.

Actually, Debbie felt a lot more comfortable and happier with these young girls. Compared to those fake women at the expo, these girls were cheerful and real. Coming from a noble family didn't guarantee that a person had a noble personality. In fact, it was often the opposite.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Debbie's head. With a cunning smile, she told Carlos' fans, "Well, my husband looks cold and uncaring, but he's actually a nice guy. If you ask him for autographs, I'm sure he'll do it."

"Really? If he says no, can you help us out, Mrs. Huo?"

"No problem. But he's busy right now. Not sure when he'll be done," said Debbie.

In stunned disbelief, the security guards looked at Debbie, who was busy chatting with the girls. She was so nice and unpretentious. She sounded like she was happy to be there, and they got the sense that it wasn't an act. They'd never been assigned to guard a celebrity who was so amiable and easy to approach.

And she was not just some actress or pop star, but Carlos Huo's wife.

At the expo, a security guard sprinted into the main hall and found Carlos, who was discussing business with a few guests. "Mr. Huo, your wife's being mobbed by fans..."

Carlos set his glass on a nearby table. "Thanks. I'll check it out." He then turned to Tristan. "Take your men and find two popular stars. Make it obvious they're around. Then split them up. That should keep the fans busy chasing them rather than my wife."

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

after so many signatures. All of a sudden,

bodyguards led the way, and Carlos walked towards

Carlos had ordered, and their fans followed after them in a hurry. This effectively dispersed the crowd that had formed around

bodyguards clearing the way, Carlos managed to get close to Debbie quite easily. He pulled her into his arms

were full of affection. The fans yelled and screamed at the top of their lungs as if Carlos were

music so loud she had to scream to be heard. She stood on tiptoe to

"I'll come with you."

"Mrs. Huo, you promised you'd get Mr. Huo to sign autographs. I've been

tears because she was

However, Carlos' bodyguards intervened. They stood between Carlos and the fans, making

stared at the scene from Carlos' arms, mouth agape. 'Wow, these are really intense fans. They've liked him longer than I have,

Mr. Huo! I've liked you for ten years. I..." A fan was so overwhelmed that she couldn't breathe. She passed out and fell

began to panic. "Someone passed out!

a better idea. "Someone call an ambulance!"

unconscious girl. When he verified she was breathing, he commanded one of his men to call an ambulance. Then he unbuttoned

so that she lay on her back. Her chest rose and fell slowly, so he knew she was okay. He rolled up his suit jacket, and used that to elevate the fan's

eyes, blinking from the sudden influx

a wet napkin from a bodyguard and

Huo

great guy!

sign autographs for them. He took a notebook from a nearby fan, and signed his

their names, but also drew a heart between them. A satisfied smile spread across his lips. Her tiny gesture put him in a good mood. That spurred him on,