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.

she wanted. His face changed abruptly at the thought

could be. After all, she

open. 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

arrange a specialist to treat Carlos?' She

true, Debbie," he cut in to comfort her in a sad voice. "Let the doctor check on your husband first and then we'll talk about the rest. Debbie, believe me. This specialist is

rumor is false!" At this point, Debbie knew that she had to drive Damon away as

it up for him anymore. I understand it's an embarrassing topic and he is such a proud man. But you know, we are best friends, and I promise not to

slowly, but

from his wrist and pressed the spot with a cotton bud to stop the bleeding. Then he covered it

"Hey, what are you doing? I'll call the nurse when the

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

pushed Debbie onto the bed.

she tried to push him away from her, she yelled, "What are you doing?

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

of me! Your wound is gonna

with her in front of Damon! In her panic, she stared at the man pressing on top

cause it to bleed again!" Damon reminded him, his tone a bit serious this time.

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 taking

Carlos was serious, Damon knew that he couldn't stay there anymore. With his hands in his pockets, he

Debbie's moans from inside the

to 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

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.

sofa while two doctors cleaned his wound