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."

her luggage and made her way to

"Debbie!" Carlos snarled.

around. She shut 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 she saw

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

still at the door and half a minute later, she turned around, tossed her suitcase aside, and ran 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 neck as

right. This was what their reunion should be like.

wound. However,

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

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

got off the bed and straightened her clothes. She looked at him with fake anger and said, "You were being

a month. After the long kiss, he was sweaty and stiff all over.

Debbie pushed the nurse-call

of doctors walked into the ward. "Mr. Huo, how are you

Huo doesn't look well. Examine

prank his

in. She looked at Carlos, who was struggling to suppress his urge with his eyes closed. The hopeless look on his

adjusted the needle swiftly. Noticing Carlos' grimacing face, the doctor asked in concern, "Mr. Huo, you don't look well.

Carlos snapped, "Get out!"

doctor led his subordinates

just the

"Come here." His voice was

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

her hand

"I just want to look at your

Why did you come back without telling me?" Not just her, none of his