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.

the lights were out. But if he wanted a reward... She

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

she was going to pass out from lack of air. She gasped, gulping down deep lungfuls of oxygen. But the next thing she knew, he pressed her against the couch and complained, "Honey, it's

she asked with a

definitely annoyed. "So when are you

pencil you in next Thursday..."

in her neck. To punish her a little,

was no blood, but it still stung. Then slowly, the pain was replaced by the touch of his

were a few hickeys

standing at the door glowering at

abuzz with speculations about her relationship with Carlos. "I bet bringing Mr. Huo lunch was

between her and Mr. Huo? They're not married yet, right? Then why

to Debbie when he had amnesia. My

"Ooh, interesting."

That he was mixed up with some bad

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

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

in her head. There were about thirty of

And she was their rival, with no gang to back her up. Just

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

it together. Decker...Eckerd... Eckerd must be an alias her brother used.

these men were all there because of Decker. 'Awesome, dude! I'm going to get the crap beaten out of me in some godforsaken alley