Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie put her luggage aside and said sarcastically, "If I had told you that I was coming back, I wouldn't have been able to see this moving scene of your sweet niece crying in your arms and you comforting her with so much care. It would have been a pity. Am I interrupting, Mr. Huo?"

Megan stayed in Carlos' arms, staring at Debbie, who had shown up all of a sudden. As if she had entered into some fantasy, she stayed stunned.

'Humph!

Is this bitch trying to provoke me?' Debbie thought.

Damon intended to intervene before things got worse, but he recalled that his wife had warned him to stay out of their romantic entanglements. So, he said, "My son would have woken up. I have to go home and check on him. Bye." And just like that, he left the ward.

Zelda also sensed the tension in the room. Seeing Damon leave, she said to Carlos, "Mr. Huo, I'll go and make sure your lunch is prepared on time."

And then, there was only Debbie, Carlos, and Megan left in the ward. Megan finally came to her senses and got out of Carlos' embrace quickly and explained anxiously, "Aunt Debbie, you have misunderstood me. I was only worried about Uncle Carlos."

Debbie's eyes were fixed on Carlos all the while. Upon hearing Megan's explanation, she smiled, "I didn't misunderstand anything or anyone. How I envy your close relationship with your uncle Carlos. If only I had such an uncle too..."

"Megan, give us a minute," Carlos said in a low voice. Megan got up to leave, but Debbie stopped her in her tracks. "If you leave, who is gonna take care of your uncle Carlos? I have to study, so I'll be leaving now."

"Aunt Debbie..."

"Don't you dare call me that!" Debbie bellowed, draining the color from Megan's face.

"Debbie!" Carlos shifted his eyes from Megan to his angry wife. The sharpness in his eyes were gone. There was a tender yearning in them.

Only they knew how much they had missed each other, how many times they had imagined their reunion. But it was never like this; nothing like this.

"Yes, Mr. Huo, what can I do for you?" Debbie looked at him, her eyes full of sarcasm.

Carlos waved to her. "Come here."

luggage and made her way to the

"Debbie!" Carlos snarled.

asleep. Every song she had listened to reminded her of him. She had missed his

loved her. And she loved the man. Only love could make her miss him that much. It couldn't have been clearer after they had spent so many days apart from each other. She wanted to hold

Carlos. He was quick enough to spread his right arm to catch her. He put his arm around her waist, and Debbie locked her hands around his neck as she placed

right. This was what their reunion should

opened her mouth to remind Debbie of Carlos' wound. However, the couple were kissing passionately. Embarrassed, she left

what felt like an eternity in his arms, Carlos lay her on the bed and quickly got on top of Debbie, his hand sliding all over her. Realizing what he was

desire for so long. "I

Debbie said, pushing him away. She got off the bed and straightened her clothes. She looked at him with fake anger

wife in more than a month. After

his surprise, Debbie pushed the nurse-call button and

under a minute, a group of doctors walked into the ward. "Mr. Huo,

Mr. Huo doesn't

his wife

with his eyes closed. The hopeless look on his face made her feel better. So she said, "He's fine. The needle seems to be a little crooked. Blood has gotten

doctor-in-charge adjusted the needle swiftly. Noticing Carlos' grimacing face, the doctor asked in concern, "Mr.

Carlos snapped, "Get out!"

say anything else, the doctor led his subordinates out of the ward

it was just the two

and said, "Come here." His voice was

him slowly. She stood to his left and started unbuttoning his hospital

grabbed her hand tightly.

gazed at him. "I just

at. Why did you come back without telling me?" Not just her, none of his employees in England