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.

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

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

And?" she asked with a smile, grabbing

was definitely annoyed. "So when are you going

it seriously. "I can pencil you in next Thursday..." Then she came up with an answer. "Never!

punish her a little, he bit

She checked her fingers, there was no blood, but it still stung. Then slowly, the pain was replaced by the

the CEO's office, there were a few hickeys on her neck,

standing at the door glowering at him. So he just waved and focused on his work.

about her relationship with Carlos. "I bet bringing Mr. Huo lunch was only an excuse. Debbie must have been here for some action. Looking

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

Huo was mean to Debbie when he had amnesia. My guess is

"Ooh, interesting."

Debbie about hanging around Decker. That he was mixed

she needed to watch her step. She forgot about that, largely because she was too busy. And he was her brother, 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

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

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

was only one gang, or so it seemed. And she was their rival, with no gang to back her

he wasn't who I thought he

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

men were all there because of Decker. 'Awesome, dude! I'm going to get