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.

he saw Debbie, he quickly walked up to her and reported in a low

the closed door, Debbie questioned, "Just the

Huo, please don't worry. I'm sure that Mr. Huo

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 it was a

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

He swiped the key card on the lock and opened

she saw what was happening inside the

His hand was tightly gripped around Stephanie's neck, strangling the woman. His eyes were like those of a demon's, cold and

heard the

door, Carlos didn't give a damn about who had come in. All he wanted to do at

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

his senses. He loosened his forceful grip a little bit and

even stopped struggling. In a

a muscle. He spat between clenched teeth, "No!

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 let go.

heart skipped a beat. 'No, no! I can't let Carlos commit murder!' she

aren't even listening to me! I swear I'll leave Y City with your daughter

her heels, and walked away from the

just as she walked past Carlos,

palm holding her hand. His hand was on