Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

'How would I know that?' Debbie thought. With a pout, she scoffed, "If you ask my opinion, I would say yes. Men with power and money tend to enjoy fooling around with women. You're no exception!"

Carlos smirked. "I don't care for such petty things. Plus, my wife is very strict. How could I dare fool around with other women?"

Debbie grinned broadly. In a gleeful voice, she said, "That sounds better."

The issue was temporarily solved and Debbie soon forgot about it. But the whole matter was not as simple as it had seemed.

Carlos had someone look into the issue and check the background of that pregnant woman. After some digging, he found out that there was a backseat driver behind the scenes, someone who had instructed the pregnant woman to stir up trouble between him and Debbie. But he was yet to figure out who that person was. The investigation was still on going.

In the meantime, a rumor was spreading like wild fire around Y City.

The talk of the city was that Carlos, the omnipotent CEO, was actually sexually impotent, and that his wife was lonely every night because he wasn't capable of giving her any kind of pleasure in the bedroom.

This shocking news went viral within a few hours, and even before the next day came, everyone in Y City was already talking about it.

Inside the hospital ward, Debbie was overwhelmed by unease. Each time she made eye contact with the sullen man, her heart skipped a beat and she instantly looked away.

'Crap! What should I do? He looks really angry. Should I butter him up?' she wondered nervously.

She decided to take some action to cool him down. "Honey, thirsty? Or are you hungry? How about I cook a meal for you myself?" she asked cautiously.

Carlos glared at her without budging even a little. He didn't utter a single word.

"You know, I've learned some cooking from Ethel in England. My skills have improved dramatically. Do you want to give it a shot?" Debbie tried to coax him.

face changed abruptly at the thought of the terrible food Debbie had

be. After all, she

blurted out in a surprised tone, "Oh, my God! Carlos, why didn't you tell me about this before? How could you let Debbie be so lonely every night for the past three years?"

treat Carlos?' She pulled at the hem of Damon's shirt and stopped him from approaching Carlos. "Damon! There's been a misunderstanding. The

true, Debbie," he cut in to comfort her in a sad voice. "Let the doctor check on

this point, Debbie knew that she had to drive Damon

understand it's an embarrassing topic and he is such a proud man. But you

slowly, but viciously.

a cotton bud

call the

Debbie's arm and pointed his finger at Damon. "You! Stand there and check with your

split second, he pushed Debbie onto the bed.

Carlos was about to do, Debbie struggled to get out of his grip. As she tried to push him

before. But with Carlos as the male lead? This is gonna be something

you freak!' "Carlos, let go of me! Your wound is gonna open!" Her voice was muffled as Carlos crashed his lips on hers.

joking at all. He really meant to have sex with her in front of Damon! In her panic, she stared at the man pressing on top of her and exclaimed in her mind, 'Oh no! I

it to bleed again!" Damon

towards Damon, followed by Carlos' hoarse voice, "Get out and listen from the other side of the door." 'Like hell I'd let you see my wife's body!' Carlos thought. But without even waiting for Damon to leave, he started

he couldn't stay there anymore. With his hands

Debbie's moans from inside the

Debbie at that moment. He raised his head to stare at the ceiling and sighed helplessly. 'All right, all right. I know how capable you are, Carlos! Poor Debbie.' He

and more deafening. Damon couldn't stand it any longer and covered

sat lazily on the sofa while two doctors cleaned his wound in the ward. The nurses were laying a new set of bedding for him.