Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 241

As soon as Debbie left the cab, the smoke filled her nostrils. She could taste the acrid vapors, stale, with a hint of bitterness. "Ugh...Carlos... ugh..." She coughed violently, tears threatening to come out. She hated the smell, hated the taste, and most of all hated not being able to breathe. Carlos did this deliberately. He knew she hated the habit, yet he exacerbated the problem. He couldn't stop playing pranks on her, and she walked into them all the time.

Carlos smiled mischievously.

The cab didn't leave immediately. The driver rolled down the window and stared at Carlos. After a while, he asked, "You look familiar. Are you Mr. Huo?"

Carlos nodded indifferently, at which the driver pushed the door open excitedly and rushed over to Carlos. He stammered out a request, nervous at finally meeting the man. "I...my daughter... my daughter worships you very much. Can I get an autograph for her? Her birthday's coming up. It would make an awesome present."

It was a request from a loving father. Hard to refuse. Carlos wanted kids, and his heart softened around them, indeed, at the very mention.

Carlos held Debbie tight in his arms and said, "Okay."

The driver ran back to the cab and rooted around in there for a long while, but he found nothing that Carlos could write with or on.

He turned back and looked at Carlos, eyes full of disappointment. "Never mind. I don't have a pen or paper. Thank you, Mr. Huo."

Carlos raised his eyebrows and released Debbie. He motioned the security guard to bring him some paper and a pen.

Then Carlos wrote, "Happy birthday! —Carlos Huo."

The driver was moved. While Carlos was writing, he took out his old phone and snapped a pic.

Carlos saw that, but he decided not to take it seriously. He was a fan, after all. What was the harm?

After handing the paper to the driver, he put his arm around Debbie's waist and walked back to the Emperor with her.

"Thank you, Mr. Huo! Bye, Mr. Huo!" the driver said. He watched the car drive into the manor. When the car couldn't be seen anymore, he spent a few minutes standing there to admire the grand house. There was a lot of square footage to be impressed with. He drank it all in with his eyes.

Inside the manor

Debbie complained in the car, "You blew the smoke in my face as soon as I got out of the cab. What were you thinking? If you hate me, just tell me. I can handle it."

Carlos leaned against the seat and looked at her silently while she threw her tantrum. The longer he looked at her, the cuter he found her. If he thought she was beautiful normally, he hadn't seen anything yet. This took her loveliness to a whole new level.

"What? Not saying anything? You don't want to talk to me, do you? Okay, then get out and go back to your precious Queen of Manipulation!"

"Queen of Manipulation?" Carlos wondered.

Debbie sneered, "See? You're interested as soon as I bring her up. I can't stand it anymore. Give me the ring back. I want a divorce! I want a divorce!"

With that, she started to grab for the ring Carlos was wearing. He grabbed her hands and said, "You're not getting this back. You already gave it to me."

"I will! Got a problem with that?" Debbie glared at him stubbornly.

"I do. Why did you say you couldn't stand it anymore? Stand what? Besides, you think we can get a divorce if you get the ring back?" Carlos wanted to laugh. 'How naive.'

Debbie slipped her hands out of his grip and sat up straight. "Of course. I'll give it to another guy. Then, off you go. Out of the picture."

Once she finished her sentence, the Emperor came to a sudden stop, and the driver killed the engine. Carlos grabbed her wrist tightly and dragged her out of the car.

The smile on his face was replaced by a look of intense gloom.

He dragged her into the manor and then upstairs. He didn't stop to make sure she was alright. Even though she stumbled, he simply lifted her up and continued his climb.