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.

was dangerous to laugh at Carlos, he

couldn't believe his eyes. The mighty Carlos Huo—kicked by a woman! This was

he got back in the car. He was so

either. One kick wasn't

scream, only looked at

there. She gave him two more good kicks, just for

Carlos asked her.

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 Frankie.

at

to

take her to Champs Bay Apartments. Since

them. And it wasn't at Orchid Private Club but at a bar that catered to

secret plan. He was excited. "Dude, you were awesome in front of the camera.

Carlos said simply.

shocked. "No way! Women are way more sensitive. They

warning, he aimed a kick at Damon's leg.

It was a special occasion—an ass-kicking. He knew

too much pain to utter a word. Bending over the table, he clapped a hand

I was lying to her about my memory," Carlos began flatly.

'This man is so vindictive.' He finally managed to ask, "So why

me not to tell her," Carlos said after taking a sip of

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

at him and asked, "Do you know how many times Debbie kicked

man! We're good buddies— Ah!" When Carlos kicked him again, Damon couldn't bear the pain anymore and screamed. His howl filled every corner of the booth.

twice each or should I kick

stuck out his hand at once to stop Carlos kicking him again. At this moment, he forgot Kinsley was his friend or maybe he even

with him. However, what Carlos said next didn't exactly make him happy. "You always badmouthed my wife," Carlos