Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

After helping Debbie with her high heels, Carlos opened the jewelry box on the desk and helped her put each piece on one by one, despite her reluctance.

At last, he took out a ring. He held it up to her, displaying the huge heart-shaped diamond, a 3.50ct princess cut. "And now, the piece de resistance," he announced. He was about to put it on her ring finger, but Debbie protested silently with her index finger pointing forward. Her meaning was obvious.

Carlos flashed a thin smile. He obeyed her this time and put the diamond ring on her index finger instead.

After that, she tried to draw her hand back, but he grabbed hold of it again. Staring into her eyes, he declared imperiously, "I'm just going to take your protests in stride. It's normal to fight every once in a while. But no matter what, you'll be my wife. I'm not budging on this one!"

Debbie looked back at him sullenly. In her mind, she thought, 'Do you have to be so possessive?'

Carlos carried Debbie in his arms as they descended the staircase. Her dress was floor-length, and he didn't want her to trip on it. A fall down the stairs could be lethal.

Miranda was on the phone in the living room. Seeing them come downstairs, she smiled at Debbie and nodded her head. She mouthed to her, "You look great."

Debbie felt shy at her praise. Blushing, she returned, "Thanks."

A loving smile hit Carlos' lips when he saw her blushing face. Then, holding her hand, he led her towards the door.

The moment they set foot in the venue, every guest's eyes were fixed on them. Seeing the legendary couple walking side by side with their fingers entwined, a lot of people couldn't help complimenting and blessing them. They looked every inch the aristocratic couple.

Carlos was in a good mood, of course. Everyone was sure about that because they were surprised to get a rare smile or nod from the usually cold CEO.

Barlow was a big shot in business circles. A bevvy of distinguished guests and celebrities were invited to his grand birthday party. Debbie and Carlos walked up to him and greeted him. As Carlos and Barlow exchanged some pleasantries, Debbie took a gift from Frankie's hands and handed it to the old man. It was an authentic Chinese painting.

Barlow accepted the gift happily. When his assistant helped him unroll the painting on the spot, the guests just had to get a look. Many of them were astonished at the magnificent piece.

that meant longevity, such as deer, cranes, pine trees, cypress. A few Chinese characters were beautifully written in the margin, blessing Barlow and wishing him a long and happy life. More importantly, the signature was none other than the famous painter and calligrapher—Mr. Chai. The artist was still living, and this was his magnum opus. The

impressed by how generous Carlos was.

impish then. In an instant, he instructed his son to take it home

hand and walked away. They went to

to a corner and signaled to

Debbie guessed the guy next to her was

into her thoughts. She nudged Carlos, who was talking with

indicate where Stephanie was standing. Carlos followed her gaze and saw Stephanie and Angus. Coincidentally, father and daughter also looked at

toast to Carlos.

future father-in-law are there. Go say hi." As she spoke, she happened to make eye

the resentment and jealousy in

delicate face, he warned, "Quit it. You're my

call me Uncle, Carlos. Colleen would be your aunt. Come on, be a good boy. Say it, and

add fuel to the fire, the naughty girl echoed her uncle, "Come on, Mr. Handsome. Aren't you always saying I'm your wife? Curtis is my uncle, so he's yours too, right? You're not showing much

"Ah, Debbie. Be a dear, and open your WeChat. I need your 2D barcode. If Carlos calls me Uncle

up with excitement. She nodded admiringly and marveled, "Uncle

in his glass, looking at it, and gulped it down. Then he said

thought Curtis was just joking, so she didn't even mess with her phone. Seeing that, Carlos lunged for her, grabbed her purse, and took out her phone himself. He opened her WeChat

the couple laughed heartily. Colleen even said "hi"

now calling him Uncle respectfully. Of course Curtis

wasn't done. He didn't put the phone away. "Uncle Curtis and Aunt Colleen,"

smugly. "Good, my