Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 370

"Good. I emailed you the setlist. Please inform the sponsor and make sure the backing tracks and light shows are ready. I'm not fussy about the clothes, so I'll try them on then before the concert," Debbie said.

Ruby nodded although Debbie couldn't see it. "How's the new album coming along? Done yet? Maybe we could make a special pressing for the concert?" she asked.

"Not yet. I've been depressed for a bit. So no new songs yet." Leaning back in the chair, Debbie closed her eyes wearily.

"What? Never mind. I'll be in Y City tonight. Catch you later."

"Okay, bye."

Debbie hung up and opened her Weibo app to check the comments. She wanted to know what her fans were saying. She had a lot of followers on Weibo. Most of them were stans of her music. But like any industry, she attracted a plethora of haters as well.

Some of the comments were vicious. And the commenters had been at it for quite a while, with threads literally thousands of comments long. Debbie couldn't stand it anymore. It was high time the truth came out. The concert was her big chance.

When the nurse called her number, Debbie quickly came to the exam room, where a friendly doctor greeted her with a smile. It was Niles. Small world.

"We meet again!" Niles observed. Even in the plain white uniform, he looked upbeat and attractive.

Debbie sighed inwardly. "I was in a car accident and got into a headbutting contest with my steering wheel. So I'd like to find out if there's anything to be worried about."

The doctor nodded, agreeing to her request. After a few questions, he reassured her, "Nothing serious. I'll prescribe some ointment. When you get home, you can roll an egg on it, or an ice pack. It'll help with the pain and swelling."

"Got it. Thanks." Debbie was about to leave the office and head straight to the cashier's to pay the bill. She reached out her hand to pull out her patient's card and the registration receipt, but Niles put his hand on the card and asked, "Does Carlos know?"

"Yeah, he does," she answered casually. "It was his car I crashed into."

"You did what? With all the heavy traffic on our roads, you just crashed into his. What a coincidence!

Come on, dish," he prodded. Once again she tried to pick up her medical records, but Niles was not ready to let go. "Probably not a good idea to have me around too long. If your brother knows you talked to me, he'll skin you alive," she said resignedly.

"Think Wesley is that cruel? Actually, he's a good guy. What happened between you two, anyway?" Wesley was Niles' idol.

Finally, Niles moved his hand away. Debbie picked up her things and said, "It doesn't matter. He's not Carlos. I don't care what he thinks."

"Right. By the way, how are things between you and Carlos?" Niles looked up at her expectantly.

Debbie rolled her eyes at him. "Do all doctors have this much free time?"

He pursed his lips disapprovingly. "Free time? Go outside and see for yourself. Some of the patients who check in here barely have a thing wrong with them. Most of them just want a friendly ear. And a lot simply choose me for that privilege." Of course, most of his patients were women. And they only came here to see him.

He was rich, handsome and energetic. It was no wonder that every day the hospital was packed with women smitten with him.

"You chose to be a doctor. I'm sure you'll rise to the challenge." She smiled mischievously. "Bye now!" she said as she left. Debbie intended to go back home. She had work to do.

"Let me walk you out," said Niles, rising up from his chair.

"No need for that. I don't want your brother to kick your ass." Debbie pushed him back into his chair, leaving