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

"Debbie!" Carlos snarled.

and the last thing in her thoughts as she fell asleep. Every song she had listened to reminded her of him. She had missed his scent. Just hearing his voice through

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

spread his right arm to catch her. He put his arm around her waist,

was what their reunion

of Carlos' wound.

quickly got on top of Debbie, his hand sliding

were dark from containing his desire for so long. "I don't care," he said in a husky voice.

do," Debbie said, pushing him away. She got off the bed and straightened her clothes. She looked at him with fake anger and said, "You were being mean to me

back here." He hadn't seen his wife in more than a month. After

surprise, Debbie pushed the nurse-call button and asked for the

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

doctor said, "Hurry. Mr. Huo doesn't

his wife was

doctors who had swarmed in. She looked at Carlos, who was struggling to suppress his urge with his eyes closed. The hopeless look on his face made her feel better. So she said,

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

Carlos snapped, "Get out!"

daring to say anything else, the doctor led his

just the two

eyes and said, "Come here." His voice was much more tender.

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

grabbed her hand tightly.

at him. "I just want to look at your

There's nothing to look at. Why did you come back without telling me?" Not just her, none of his employees in England had informed him of it. 'It looks like I will