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.

been turning him down when the lights were out. But if he

wasn't satisfied. He looked at her. Her rosy lips in lipstick were so tempting he leaned in and gave her

going to pass out from lack of air. She gasped, gulping down deep lungfuls of oxygen. But the next

with a smile, grabbing his wandering hand.

definitely annoyed. "So when are you going to give it

can pencil you in next Thursday..." Then she came up with an answer.

To punish her

out, asshole." Her hand flew to her neck. She checked her fingers, there was no blood, but it still stung.

a few hickeys on her neck, but she knew nothing about

standing at the

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

not married yet, right? Then why does Mr. Huo ask us to call

when he had amnesia. My

"Ooh, interesting."

about hanging around Decker. That he was mixed up

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

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

of them. Enough for a fight between

or so it seemed. And she was their rival, with no gang to back her up. Just the driver.

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

must

there because of Decker. 'Awesome, dude! I'm going to get the crap