Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 271

"All right, you said it! Do keep your word. Actually, I just came up with an excellent idea!" Debbie looked at Carlos with a sparkle in her eyes.

He grinned broadly. "You do know how to seize the moment."

"Of course! It's such a golden chance." Deep down, Debbie knew that Carlos spoiled her very much and allowed her to do whatever she wanted. But when it came to matters of Megan, it was hard to tell whether he would agree with her or not. So she wanted to take this chance to reach some sort of agreement with him.

"Tell me."

"Okay. Since you've arranged for me to study abroad, I think it's only fair that you send Megan abroad too. See? You've sent me to England and Dixon to America. So you should throw Megan to some remote, poor country far away from all of us."

Carlos was at a loss for words. 'My wife is crueler than me, ' he thought to himself, smirking.

Debbie didn't really want to drive Megan away to some remote country. As long as Megan stayed away from Carlos, any country was fine with her.

If Megan kept pestering her husband, Debbie was afraid that she would snatch him away sooner or later.

Carlos pondered about it for a moment. Then he said, "Since this semester has already begun, let her finish it. I'll send her to A Country after her final exams." Wesley was originally from A Country. The Li family was rooted there, so Wesley and his family could take care of Megan if she went there.

Now that Carlos had made an appropriate decision, Debbie thought she'd better stop asking for too much. She nodded happily and kissed his cheek. "Honey, you treat me so well."

Carlos pinched her cheek lovingly. "You're my wife. A husband is bound to spoil his wife, right?"

A happy smile crept over Debbie's face. She pulled him closer, pressed his head against her chest and patted him as if comforting a child. "Rest assured, I feel the same way. I'll love you for the rest of my life."

Carlos took the opportunity to run his fingers on her chest and kissed her neck. Startled by his movement, she protested, "Hey, behave yourself. You are wounded. Lie down. I'll give you a massage."

He raised an eyebrow. "Massage? When did you acquire such skills?"

Debbie pulled away from his arms and made him lie down on the bed. As she adjusted the height of the bed, she replied calmly, "I never said I had any special massage skills. I'll just...casually help you relax your muscles a little."

Carlos sighed, shaking his head helplessly.

Debbie took his right arm and began massaging it as she muttered, "Thank you, Mr. Huo, for your dedication to this family. You've been working so hard to earn us all this money. It's my duty to serve you. So, let me help you relax your arm first."

Carlos was suspicious about her sudden sweet words. His wife was buttering him up. It was not like her at all. 'Is this another trick?' he wondered. "Spill it out. What do you want?" he asked outright.

Whatever it was, he decided that he would try his best to meet her needs.

"Why do you think I want something? I really meant it. I do think that you work hard day in and day out. You have a mountain of work in your office, and meanwhile, you also have to act as someone's bodyguard, making sure that person is safe. I feel sorry for you..."

He could sense sarcasm in her tone. "So, you are not going to tell me what you want? You might not get a second chance," he said, studying her face.

Debbie moved to massage his leg. "I don't care. I just want to do my best to protect my husband, while he selflessly puts himself out there for another person. I don't really want anything from you."

Finally, Carlos could sense her jealousy filling the space.

She continued without looking at him, "I won't ask for anything, nor do I want anything at the moment. All I want is my husband's care. I hope that the next time my husband personally goes to the battlefield to protect another woman, or take a bullet for her, he would kindly think of me, his poor wife, who is waiting for him at home."

As she finished, she raised her head to look at him.