Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie listened to Carlos silently. His last words surprised her. He didn't miss a single chance he got to flatter her or say sweet words to her. Were those really words from the arrogant Carlos? Taking a sip of the juice, Debbie turned to Colleen, who was also stunned by his words. "Aunt Colleen, Carlos has been acting really weird ever since he regained his memory. He's being sweet to me every day. It's not like him. Do you think there is still some problem with his brain after the accident?"

Rubbing her forehead in frustration, Colleen begged in her mind, 'Don't get me involved in your affairs, Debbie.' But of course, Debbie couldn't hear Colleen's silent voice; she just kept staring at her for an answer. Left with no choice, Colleen replied with a sigh, "You little fool. There's nothing wrong with his brain. He loves you so much and that's why he's acting this way. His romantic side shows up only for you!"

Debbie pursed her lips. "Fine, forget it."

Carlos was very much satisfied with Colleen's answer. He grinned broadly and said, "Carry on with your food. I still have something to discuss with Barlow. I'll take you home after that." With that, he mischievously planted a kiss on her cheek before walking away.

Taken advantage of by the brazen man once again, Debbie flushed, feeling bashful and angry at the same time.

Colleen almost choked. Looking at Carlos' receding figure, she whispered to Debbie, "I'm pretty sure that there's absolutely nothing wrong with Carlos' brain. He has completely recovered. Didn't you see the affection in his eyes when he looked at you? I'm really impressed!" It reminded Colleen of the old days. Three years ago, before he lost his memories, Carlos always showed off his love for Debbie in front of his group of friends. It was the same again. The old Carlos had indeed come back.

Debbie chuckled at her words. Of course, she had noticed the affection in his eyes. A river of happiness flooded through her.

Debbie waited for Carlos at the food section. She thought that he would finish his talks soon, but after waiting for a long while, he still hadn't shown up. Even Curtis had come back after he was done socializing with the other guests.

As they waited, a man ran through the crowd and made his way to Debbie. "Miss Nian, something is wrong. Mr. Huo and Miss Li went upstairs to a hotel room just now." Debbie recognized the man as one of Tristan's helpers. Without a second thought, she shot to her feet and rushed towards the elevator.

Colleen grabbed hold of her wrist. "Debbie, calm down. We're coming with you."

Debbie turned around to look at both Colleen and Curtis. With them by her side, she found her composure. She trusted Carlos. He would never do anything to hurt her.

The three of them followed the man into the elevator and went to the seventeenth floor of the hotel.

up to her and reported in a low voice, "Mr. Huo and

at the closed door, Debbie

for a second before answering honestly, "Yes. But Mrs. Huo, please don't worry. I'm sure that

they heard Stephanie's shriek from inside the room. Everyone outside the door was startled. Since it was a scream coming from a room where a man and a woman were alone, they couldn't tell whether

patted on Debbie's shoulder to comfort her. He had asked someone to fetch the room key.

key. He swiped the key card on the lock and opened

froze the moment she saw what was happening inside the room. So did

bed, her dress disheveled, while Carlos was standing beside the bed, neatly dressed. His hand was tightly gripped around Stephanie's neck, strangling

to breathe. When she heard the noise from the doorway, she crazily flailed her right arm, asking for

back to the door, Carlos didn't give a damn about who had come

to reality, Debbie hastily rushed to the edge of the bed. She grabbed Carlos' arm

back to his senses. He loosened

had even stopped struggling. In a

move a muscle. He spat between clenched

was dead serious. Before things could turn worse, he ran over to stop Carlos. He grabbed the angry man from behind and tried to drag him away. Meanwhile, Debbie was still trying hard to pry each of his fingers open. Yet, their efforts ended in vain. He just wouldn't

face now began to turn deathly pale. Debbie's heart skipped a beat. 'No, no! I can't let Carlos commit murder!' she thought, burning with

strategy. Pulling an angry face, she glared at Carlos and berated, "Carlos Huo, you aren't even listening to me! I swear I'll leave Y City with

her heels, and walked away from

past Carlos,

a sigh of relief when she saw his big palm holding her hand. His hand was on hers, so Stephanie