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?"

any hesitation. He desperately wanted

married. You can't keep bugging me for

fell. His lust was already triggered and he was in the peak of his hunger. He wanted her so badly, and yet she had

a man with such strong sexual

for her,

tightly to compose himself. After a moment's pause, he reluctantly nodded,

went straight to the bathroom for a

too. She was craving for his touch as much as he did. She wanted to call out to him and take

go easy on him

didn't dare be intimate with her, except for the deep kisses they shared time and again. He patiently waited for Debbie to wrap up her

Bentley sped along the highway from the airport. Debbie received a call from an unknown ID. She picked

an apology. When we meet next time, I'll apologize to you face-to-face. But

who was playing

contact you in this past

in France

seconds later, Wesley said in

leave on her own?" Debbie asked, abruptly sitting

husband." With that, Wesley hung up

in confusion. Before she could ask anything, 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

Debbie didn't understand his

just one of the many reasons. Carlos meant to force Wesley to understand his own heart. Wesley would never know how much he cared for

through the same pain.

the phone without any greeting, "I

words which Wesley had prepared for Carlos were stuck in his throat. He swallowed them and tried to