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.

in a way she wanted. His face changed abruptly at the thought of the terrible food Debbie

moment, considering how mean this man could be. After all, she was the one who had

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 take good care of Carlos. I'll

creating more trouble for me? Did he really arrange a specialist to treat Carlos?' She pulled at the hem of Damon's shirt and stopped him from approaching Carlos. "Damon! There's been a misunderstanding. The rumor

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

she had to drive Damon away as fast as possible.

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 laugh

growled slowly,

a cotton bud to stop the bleeding. Then he covered

hastily ran up to him. "Hey, what are you doing? I'll call the nurse when the infusion is done. Why

hold of Debbie's arm and 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 is every night with

a split second, he pushed Debbie onto the bed.

Debbie struggled to get out of his grip. As she tried to push him away from her, she yelled, "What are you doing? Your wound hasn't healed.

mean, I've watched quite a lot of AV before. But with

of me! Your wound is gonna open!"

panic, she stared at the man pressing on top of her and exclaimed in her mind, 'Oh no! I

and cause it to bleed

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 taking off

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

Debbie's moans from inside the

that moment. He raised his head to stare at the ceiling and sighed

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

sat lazily on the sofa while two doctors cleaned his wound