Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

'He knew Ivan and I never slept together? Ivan must have told him everything, ' Debbie thought. Then she replied in a wronged tone, "When we were on the island, I was horny, but you wouldn't do anything. So I said that Ivan and I did it to piss you off."

Carlos stared at her intensely.

The fierce look in his eyes made her nervous. "Don't look at me like that. I thought you didn't want me anymore. I'm the one who should be mad," she added.

'How could I not want her? I was just trying not to cause problems, because she was married, ' Carlos thought.

"And why didn't you know my marriage license was fake? People are always saying you're so clever..." she continued.

Carlos didn't know how to respond to that. He had tried to lay a guilt trip on her, but she turned it around, made everything his fault. 'This woman is really savvy.'

Debbie was glad that he didn't talk back to her. "I've answered your questions. Now it's my turn."

Carlos' heart fluttered. He knew what she was going to ask. She figured it out faster than he thought, and he smiled resignedly.

"Do you have your memory back or not?" she asked, her face betraying no emotion. What he didn't know was that underneath that stony expression, her heart was pounding.

Carlos looked her in the eye and took her in his arms. "Mmhmm."

What a simple reply. But it was powerful enough to open the floodgates. Instantly, tears gushed from her eyes.

Before he could say or do anything to console her, she lifted her foot and kicked him hard in the leg.

The moment her pointed-toe stiletto hit his leg, a sharp pain seized him. He endured it silently. As the moments fled, the pain had dulled to an ache.

Damon and Kinsley had talked him into pretending he still had amnesia. Carlos decided he was going to kick those guys' asses.

During this time, Frankie sat in the car. Bored, he got out to smoke and happened to see Debbie giving Carlos a kick.

Since it was dangerous to laugh at

believe his eyes. The mighty Carlos Huo—kicked by a woman! This was

wasn't supposed to see it. Quickly, he got back in the car. He was so afraid

the two either. One kick wasn't enough to vent her anger. Debbie kicked Carlos

scream, only looked at her tenderly.

there. She gave him two more good kicks,

better?" Carlos asked her.

got in and slammed the door shut. He was trapped outside the car. She locked the door quickly and opened the window a crack. "Don't follow me!" she

at

to him

manor, Debbie asked Frankie to take her to Champs Bay Apartments. Since he had Carlos' say-so,

a drink. Just the two of them. And it wasn't at Orchid Private Club but at a bar that catered to all kinds

around, Damon thought Carlos had invited him there to discuss some secret plan.

Carlos said simply.

"No way! Women are way more sensitive. They always cry. What happened

without warning, he aimed

was a special occasion—an ass-kicking. He knew his kick would hurt much more

in too much pain to utter a word. Bending over the table, he clapped a hand over his leg, his face red from the pain.

lying to her about

realized why Carlos had brought him there. 'This man is so vindictive.' He finally managed

her," Carlos said after taking

you ungrateful jackass! How was I supposed to

angered by this. He smiled at him and asked, "Do

kicked him

Should I kick you and Kinsley twice each or should I kick you four

once to stop Carlos kicking him again. At this moment, he forgot Kinsley was his friend or maybe he even didn't remember who Kinsley was. "Twice each, please.

didn't kick him anymore. Damon thought he was done with him. However, what Carlos said next