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 himself.

couldn't believe his eyes. The mighty Carlos

see it. Quickly, he got back in the car. He was so afraid his desire to smoke went out the window like so

One kick wasn't enough to vent her

didn't grimace, didn't scream, only

She gave him two more good kicks, just for good

Carlos asked her.

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

at

to him

take her to Champs Bay Apartments. Since

for a drink. Just the two of them. And it wasn't at Orchid Private Club

there to discuss some secret plan. He was excited. "Dude, you were

Carlos said

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

recalled Debbie's angry face and then, without warning, he aimed a kick at Damon's leg.

He knew

to utter a word. Bending over the table, he clapped a

out I was lying to

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

not to tell her," Carlos said after taking

good, you ungrateful jackass! How was I supposed

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

this. "Hey, calm down, man! We're good buddies— Ah!" When Carlos kicked him again, Damon couldn't bear the pain anymore

Should I kick you and Kinsley twice each or

this moment, he forgot Kinsley was his friend or maybe he even

didn't kick him anymore. Damon thought he was done with him. However, what Carlos said next didn't exactly make him happy. "You always badmouthed my wife,"