Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos was hurt. 'I never said I didn't like it.' Debbie's career was booming. Sometimes, she was even busier than Carlos. He barely saw her at all. And it had been too long since she last cooked for him. Knowing that she was coming to see him, and bringing lunch, he dropped everything, putting off meetings and appointments, and was waiting for her in his office.

He heard noises outside, so he rushed to the door to whip it open. She was hugging someone else. His heart sank.

Although Debbie had said she was going to take the food to Dixon, she was sitting down. Carlos got up from his chair and sat beside her. Stroking her hair, he said, "Be a good girl. Don't get too close to that guy, or I'm moving him out of the city."

Debbie sensed his jealousy. "Hey, old man. Dixon and I are just buddies. You're the one I love. What are you jealous of?"

'The one she loves.' Carlos was touched by those words. He felt that this was a chance to convince Debbie to marry him. "So when are you going to marry the man you love?" Carlos couldn't wait anymore. If she turned him down again, he would do it his own way. One way or another, he'd get her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to sign that license.

Again, she said softly, "I need more time."

Carlos dropped it and continued to eat.

Debbie smiled and opened the latest issue of her favorite magazine. She flipped through it, looking for the comics liberally sprinkled throughout its pages.

Carlos devoured his lunch and brushed his teeth in the lounge.

When he sat down on the couch again, he dragged Debbie over and sat her on his lap. "Don't I get a reward?" he asked.

"What for?"

"I ate everything in the lunchbox. I think I deserve a reward. Even kids get a little sticker or something." He lowered his head on her belly to smell her scent.

She wore a casual coat, a white cashmere shirt, and jeans. In that outfit, she looked like a college student.

out. But if he wanted a reward... She pecked

lips in lipstick were so tempting he leaned in and gave her a long, passionate

let go of her until she felt like she was going to pass out from lack of air. She gasped, gulping down deep lungfuls of oxygen. But the next

a smile, grabbing

are you

see..." She pretended to be considering it seriously. "I can pencil you in next Thursday..." Then she came up with an answer. "Never!

Carlos buried his face in her neck. To punish her a little,

checked her fingers, there was no blood, but it still stung. Then slowly, the pain was replaced by the touch of his lips, the feel of afternoon

office, there were a few hickeys on her neck,

to her, but when he turned his head, he saw Carlos standing at the door glowering at him.

bringing Mr. Huo lunch was only an excuse. Debbie must have been here for some action. Looking at her neck,

her and Mr. Huo? They're not married yet, right? Then why does Mr. Huo ask us to call her Mrs.

mean to Debbie when he had amnesia. My guess is he's

"Ooh, interesting."

Carlos warned Debbie about hanging around Decker. That he was mixed up with

after all. But Carlos' warnings were like an omen. That night, while driving home, Debbie's car was forced into an alley. If her driver hadn't been as skilled as he was, they would have smashed straight into her. She hadn't recovered from the shock of it yet, when all of sudden thuggish men emerged

alley was dim. One thug told the middle-aged guy beside him, "That's Eckerd's sister. She's a kick-ass fighter, so I've brought

head. There were about thirty of them. Enough for a fight between rival gangs.

one gang, or so it seemed. And she was their rival,

Then she remembered. 'Carlos said he wasn't who I

pieced it together. Decker...Eckerd... Eckerd must be an

'Awesome, dude! I'm going to get the crap beaten out