Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 252

Debbie was embarrassed into silence. Thanks to Carlos, some x-rated scenes flashed through her mind, making her blush bright red. In a huff, she silently tried to pinch him, but to no avail. The man was so slender that there was nowhere to pinch, only solid muscle. Frustrated, Debbie faked a smile and warned him, "Get your hand off me, or I'll give you hell!"

In contrast to her anger and frustration, he felt really good after finally going public with his wife's identity. He'd been waiting for this moment for months. He'd wanted to do it long before, but Debbie didn't want all the paparazzi following her every move. She didn't want to worry about going out in public, or attending school. She didn't want to worry who was pretending to be her friend only trying to get close to Carlos and his money. For every piece of jewelry or watch that Debbie had looked at with keen interest, he would secretly signal his assistant, instructing him to buy and pack up the item. In the meantime, he kept bantering with his wife. "I'll let go if you kiss me," he teased playfully.

Debbie took a deep breath to contain her anger. She felt like a pot about to boil over, and all Carlos was doing was increasing the heat. She closed her eyes, kept the feigned smile on her face and muttered between gritted teeth, "Carlos, I'm serious. Let go of me now. My foot hurts. Do you want a high heel in the face? Imagine what a scar might do to your popularity with the girls."

When what she said sank in, Carlos frowned and loosened his grip. The next second, he squatted down in front of her and asked with concern, "Which foot?"

'My wife is hurting. Who cares about everyone else?' he thought, not in the mood to carry on with the joke now.

He reached out his hand to touch Debbie's ankles, trying to check for a wound. In the process, he kept his back straight. It wasn't hard to tell he used to be a soldier.

His sudden gesture startled Debbie. She hastily tried to pull him up. "Hey, not here. Everyone's staring!"

Seeing Carlos obediently stand up, Debbie heaved a sigh of relief. Yet he scooped her up all of a sudden.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, Carlos strode towards the lounge, carrying Debbie in his arms. No one expected the gesture, so they stared in rapt fascination as he left.

On their way, Debbie noted the crowd's reactions. When she saw some of the women glare at her with resentment, she wanted to cry. "You're doing this on purpose, old man?" she complained.

Carlos lowered his head to look at her. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you told everyone who I was. I don't remember telling you that was okay. Then you tried to make out with me in front of all the guests. And now? You carry me in your arms. In front of everyone. You have a lot of fans! Don't make them hate me out of jealousy." Debbie was well aware of Carlos' popularity. If she guessed right, they might have already hit the headlines.

Unfortunately, Debbie's guess was right. Moments ago, someone uploaded photos. The news went viral. The news headlines read, "Mrs. Huo's identity," "Carlos Huo apologizes to his wife in public" and "the Huos showed off their love at the exposition."

And what was more, some netizens even dug into Debbie's past and found out more about her past.

Like how her ex-boyfriend was Hayden Gu, the CEO of Gu Group.

And her best friends were Jared, the second son of the Han family in Y City; Kasie, the daughter of the Zheng family; Dixon Shu, the straight-A student of Economics and Management School; and Kristina Lin, Dixon's girlfriend. On top of that, a lot of Debbie's personal info was also leaked. Everyone wanted to know more about the recently-revealed Mrs. Huo.

But since Debbie didn't have a chance to do anything with phone at the moment, she still had no idea of what kind of uproar they had caused on the Internet.

In the lounge

Carlos gently put Debbie on a sofa and squatted down again. This time he didn't draw curious stares. He took off her high heels and found that her right heel was chafed raw by the shoe. If she had walked any longer, the shoe might have caused nasty, painful blisters on her right heel or even scraped off her skin.

Seeing that, Carlos furrowed his eyebrows and stood up. He pulled out his phone and called Emmett. "Get me a pair of comfortable sneakers and some band-aids. Quickly," he ordered.

Debbie didn't want to bother him. "Hey, cut it out. I'll be okay after a little rest here." 'Or I can go back home early, ' she thought.

But Carlos didn't listen to her. After ending the call, he sat down next to Debbie and asked, "Hungry?"

"Um...no. Look, people are lining up just to talk to you. You have to go talk with them. Leave me alone here. I'll be okay," Debbie urged again. She had been trying to drive this man away mainly because she didn't want any more attention than she'd gotten already. Carlos was a walking attention magnet, drawing stares wherever he went.

So to stop any more curious glances, she desperately wanted this man to go away now.

Besides, Carlos was in charge of this exposition. He needed to be there to smooth out the kinks. Since Debbie had insisted, Carlos had no choice but to agree. "Okay, but don't go anywhere. Just stay here. I'll be back later when Emmett arrives." Before he left, he gestured to the waiter near them and ordered some desserts and beverages for Debbie.

Just as Carlos exited the lounge, a group of ladies immediately came and crowded around Debbie. Not asking if Debbie wanted to chat or not, they began to spit out a barrage of questions one after another. "He left you alone here?"