Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie threw a glance at Carlos. "How did you know I'm staying at this hotel?" she asked coldly. But the moment she asked that, she realized how stupid that question was. It was no big deal for Carlos to find out where she stayed.

He smiled and joked, "We're a couple. I always know what you're thinking."

"Mr. Huo, we aren't married yet. It's not like we are an item now," Debbie scoffed. She thought that he would brag about his influence and say how easily he could get wind of her information whenever he wanted. But again, unexpectedly, he used his chance to sweet-talk her. So once again she wondered if he had really found someone to teach him how to be romantic.

"We will get remarried sooner or later. You can't run away from me for the rest of your life." He squeezed her hand tighter. She tried to break free, but he didn't loosen his grip.

The hotel which Debbie was staying at wasn't too far away from the restaurant. It only took them ten-odd minutes to walk to the hotel. Carlos had earlier called the front desk and had asked them to shift Debbie into a luxury family suite.

There was a kids' room inside the suite in addition to the master bedroom. After laying the little girl comfortably on the bunk bed, Carlos covered the quilt over her and left the room.

Debbie squatted on the floor in the master bedroom, unpacking her luggage. When she saw him walk in, she asked casually, "Is she asleep?"

"Yes." Carlos pulled her up to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. Without warning, he drew his face close to hers and kissed her lips fervently.

"No…I need to... unpack my things..." she said in between their hungry kiss. She was frightened by his burning passion.

He didn't let go of her. With his lips still pressed on hers, he caught a glimpse of Debbie's suitcase on the floor out of the corner of his eye, and kicked it away.

In no time, he pinned her down onto the king-sized bed behind them. Their kiss was broken and they gasped for air. He said in haste, "Leave all that to me. I'll unpack your things later. Now, give yourself to me."

When he was about to kiss her again, Debbie put a finger on his lips to stop him.

He was perplexed.

She grinned playfully. "Mr. Huo, do you really want to marry me again?"

vigorously, without any hesitation. He

about it, but you have to respect my wishes before we get married. You can't keep bugging me for sex before that day comes." As she said that, she flirtatiously drew

her so badly, and yet she had the nerve to ask him

to a man with such

for her,

his eyes tightly to compose himself. After a moment's

for a cold shower. His thirst for

with his head down, Debbie felt her heart ache a little. She wanted him too. She was craving for his touch as much

go easy on him

be intimate with her, except for the deep kisses they shared

from the airport. Debbie received a call from an unknown ID. She picked it up and was

When we meet next

Carlos, who was playing with their daughter.

Blair ever contact you in this

France for work.

A few seconds later, Wesley said in a grave tone, "She's gone. It has been a

do you mean? Where did she go? Did she leave on her own?" Debbie asked,

With that,

he said calmly, "I helped Blair leave him." Wesley had arranged a few bodyguards to protect Blair, and to prevent her from leaving. But Carlos had some men block those bodyguards and let

that?" Debbie didn't understand his intention.

help." That was just one of the many reasons. Carlos meant to force Wesley to understand his own heart. Wesley would never know how

suffered through the same pain. Carlos wanted to give him a taste of that

after, Carlos' phone rang. He already knew who was calling. Swiping the screen, he said over the phone without any greeting, "I asked

the curse words which Wesley had prepared for Carlos were stuck in his throat. He swallowed them and tried to collect himself. After a pause, he asked, "So, she did leave on