Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 150

"Emmett, you're being too polite. We'll leave you be. You know where to find me if I'm needed," said the manager with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Yue."

Emmett had already made arrangements to make sure that Carlos and Debbie arrived at the hotel a few minutes before the others. Five minutes after Carlos had entered his room with Debbie, Emmett parked the car in the parking lot and then walked back to the hotel.

When the others reached the hotel, they didn't see Carlos' Emperor. Jared looked around. When he saw neither Debbie nor the Emperor, he asked one of Carlos' bodyguards where Debbie was. That was when he learnt that Debbie had arrived at the hotel a few minutes before them, and that most possibly, she was already in her hotel room.

Jared hesitated a little before he decided to call her. However, she didn't answer his call. To put it more precisely, she cut the call.

'What's wrong with her?' Jared wondered. After pondering over it, he whispered to one of the bodyguards with a goofy smile, "Mr. Huo is here, isn't he?"

Emmett had told the bodyguards when to talk, and when to keep their mouths shut. The bodyguard assumed that it should be safe to answer Jared's question, so he nodded.

'That's what I thought, ' Jared gloated.

Deciding to leave the couple alone, he put his phone away and strolled into his room humming a tune as he pulled his luggage behind him.

Just as Jared had imagined, the scene in the Presidential Suite was screeching hot. Its two occupants had been apart for too many days. Debbie was stripped down to her bra and panties.

Lost in Carlos' kisses, she lay in bed, enjoying their reunion. When her phone rang, Carlos turned it off impatiently, without even checking who was calling. His lips never left her body the whole time.

"Wait! I have to take a shower first,"

she said as Carlos' breathing got heavier. Southon Village was too cold and lacked facilities. So she had never got the chance to have a proper shower.

"Let's bathe together afterwards," he moaned in her ear.

"But I haven't showered in days," she confessed, a little embarrassed. Knowing he was a neat freak, she thought that he would let her go the moment she said that.

However, Carlos didn't care. He continued to do what he wanted, without a word.

He had wanted to have sex with her in the car on their way to the hotel. But Debbie had turned him down saying that it was embarrassing with the driver in the car.

But he had been very handsy all the way. Frustrated as well.

Now that they were finally alone, he was acting like a wild predator set loose on its prey.

Seeing his hungry eyes, Debbie recalled the crazy night when she had gotten drunk. "Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you be gentle, Honey?"

'Gentle?' Except for the one night long back, he hadn't been intimate with her for a while. Being gentle was the last thing on his mind.

Two minutes later, Debbie was pressed against the window.

In a Presidential Suite two doors away from Debbie and Carlos', a girl toured the suite excitedly a couple of times, exclaiming, "This is great! You get what you pay for!" She rolled on the soft bed until she was tired. Then with one hand propped against her chin, she said, "I should remember to thank Debbie someday. If it wasn't for her, I would have never had the chance to stay in such a luxurious Presidential Suite."