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.

laughing. Since it was dangerous to laugh at Carlos, he stopped

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

in the car. He was so afraid his desire to smoke went out the window like so much...er...smoke.

either. One kick wasn't enough to vent her anger.

grimace, didn't scream, only looked at her tenderly.

She gave him two more good kicks, just for good

better?" Carlos asked her.

walked toward the car. He followed. But she 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 said angrily. Then she turned to

looked at Carlos.

nodded to him resignedly.

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

Just the two of them. And it wasn't at Orchid Private Club but

booked a booth. Since nobody else was around, Damon thought Carlos had invited him there to discuss some secret plan. He was excited. "Dude,

Carlos

more

face and then, without warning,

special occasion—an ass-kicking. He knew his kick

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

found out I was lying to her about my memory,"

'This man is so vindictive.' He finally managed

me not to tell her," Carlos said after

did it for your own good, you ungrateful jackass! How was I supposed

by this. He smiled at him and asked, "Do you know how many times Debbie

bad feeling about this. "Hey, calm down, man! We're good buddies— Ah!" When Carlos kicked him again, Damon couldn't bear the pain anymore and screamed. His howl filled every

Should I kick you and Kinsley twice each or should I

was his friend or maybe

him anymore. Damon thought he was done with him. However, what Carlos said next