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.

way she wanted. His face changed abruptly at the thought of the terrible

from Carlos at the moment, considering how mean this man could be. After all, she

In came a laughing Damon, who 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?" He turned to Debbie and said with feigned seriousness, "Debbie, rest assured. I've arranged for a specialist in this field

to treat Carlos?' She pulled

that the rumor is true, Debbie," he cut in to comfort her in a sad voice. "Let the doctor check on your husband first and then we'll

to drive Damon away as fast as possible. One more word

he is such a proud man. But you

slowly,

a cotton bud to stop the bleeding. Then he

are you doing? I'll call the nurse when the infusion

pointed his finger at Damon. "You! Stand there and check with your own eyes whether the rumor is true or not. See how lonely Debbie

second, he pushed

what Carlos was about to do, Debbie struggled to get out of his grip. As she tried to push him away from her, she yelled, "What

with Carlos as the male lead? This is gonna

Your wound is gonna open!" Her

wasn't 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

with your wound. Don't get too excited and cause it to bleed again!" Damon reminded him,

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.

there anymore. With his hands in

he heard Debbie's moans from inside the ward.

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

grunts became louder and more deafening. Damon couldn't stand it any longer and covered his ears. Before leaving, he considerately locked the door for them.

two doctors cleaned his wound in the ward. The