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.

her eyes, trying to remember how much she had missed Carlos in England. He had been the first thing in her mind when she woke up 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 the phone used to give her butterflies, and she used to smile every time

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

towards 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

felt right. This was what their reunion should

of Carlos' wound.

arms, Carlos lay her on the bed and quickly got on top of Debbie, his hand sliding all over her. Realizing what he was up to, she grabbed his hand and reminded him, "You... you're injured." Her cheeks were red.

desire for so long. "I

She looked at him with fake anger and said, "You were being mean to me a moment ago, and now

back here." He hadn't seen his wife in more than a month. After the long kiss, he was

surprise, Debbie pushed the nurse-call

of doctors walked into the ward. "Mr. Huo,

doctor said, "Hurry. Mr. Huo doesn't look well. Examine

the prank his

suppress his urge with his eyes closed. The hopeless look on his face made her feel better. So she said, "He's fine. The needle

the doctor asked in concern, "Mr. Huo, you don't look

Carlos snapped, "Get out!"

daring to say anything else, the doctor led his subordinates out of the ward quickly.

just the two

opened his eyes and said, "Come here." His voice

to

her hand tightly.

just

been bandaged. 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