Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 303

When she heard that, Debbie sighed with resignation. "Forget it." Carlos' words indicated he'd break all contact with Megan. Debbie thought this was enough. After all, the car accident was not that serious.

Carlos kissed her forehead. "You're so kind."

"Ha! Hardly!" Debbie retorted, pouting her mouth. "If I were, I wouldn't have always tried to drive her off."

Her reaction amused him. "She made her own bed, and now she has to lie in it. You were kind enough to her."

Debbie heaved a sigh of relief. "Since you made up your mind, let's not talk about her. Hey, old man, we should have a name for our son. You're smart—you name him."

"Sure it's a boy?" he asked in confusion. Since Debbie knew she was pregnant, he always heard her refer to the baby as "son."

"Thought you liked boys," Debbie answered. He had once said that he wanted a son, so she called the baby "son" to make him happy.

Carlos now remembered what he had said before. He explained, "You know I'll love it, boy or girl. If it's a boy, that'll be better. Because there will be two men to protect you."

Debbie rubbed her face against his chest. "Really? But rich people like your family prefer boys to girls, right? Your grandparents, your uncle and aunt, and your parents all gave birth to boys."

Even Frasier and Gloria had a son. Carlos had no biological aunts, female cousins, or nieces to speak of.

"Just think. That's why they'll be happy if you have a girl. Grandma will finally have a granddaughter."

Debbie was struck speechless. 'Makes sense. But he said he wanted a son before, ' she thought. She still didn't quite believe him. "How about this? Pick a boy's name and a girl's name."

"All right."

They didn't stop talking about it until midnight, but they still hadn't decided on anything. Carlos pulled her into his arms and said, "You should go to bed. You're pregnant! We can pick this up tomorrow."

"Okay, okay. Um... Yeah, I'm kinda tired."

Within thirty seconds, Debbie dozed off. Carlos smiled when he looked at her sleeping face, and quietly turned off the light.

Even since he found out his wife was pregnant, Carlos was always on high alert. Whenever he was free, he'd be by her side. He didn't want anything bad to happen to her or their kid.

Debbie originally had two bodyguards. But now Carlos hired four more. He even forbade her from returning to England, and hired teachers to make house calls, paying a high price for homeschooling.

He hired more chefs for her, so she could eat whatever she wanted, no matter if it was Sichuan, Cantonese, Japanese, or French cuisine. Anything she wanted, he'd spare no expense.

He had many fashion designers work on maternity dresses for Debbie, and asked them to have sample clothes ready in fifteen days.

Other than eating and sleeping, Debbie only had to attend classes and do yoga. She was so bored, and she worried she'd get fat.

She had mentioned this to Carlos, but to no avail. He'd brush her off, telling her the baby in her belly would absorb nutrients and she did yoga every day. Gain weight? Hardly.

As days went by, Curtis and Colleen's wedding finally came.