Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 385

Carlos' nostrils flared and his expression darkened. He was like an angry bull responding to the color red. He picked up the bill, crumpled it, and said through gritted teeth, "You asked for this."

'Holy crap! Why do I have to tick him off?'

She regretted having said that and ran towards the bedroom as fast as she could. But she was a little wobbly from the sexy time. Before she could open the door, he pulled her into his strong arms.

"Hey lighten up. A hundred dollars is all I can afford..." Tears streaked her gaze. "Carlos...Mr. Huo...come on." It felt just like old times—he banged her hard as if he never knew fatigue. He never slowed down, never cared if she was enjoying herself. He'd waited too long and would not be kept waiting.

Debbie really wanted to slap herself. 'I shouldn't have said that.'

"I have to prove myself to you," said Carlos. Any man would be humiliated when his woman said he wasn't good at it. Carlos was no exception. It was worse for him, because he was proud. He must be the best at everything.

"I'm sorry, old man. Please... Mmmph..." He kissed her hard, passionately, and she was unable to say another word.

That night, he did it again and again and pushed inside her harder and harder.

Outside, it was placid. The moon was high in the night sky and lit up the whole world. It was a tender night; the moonlight, diffused by the shades, shone on their entangled bodies, glowing with love.

Stephanie finally got to Carlos' bedroom at 11 p.m. She knocked, but got no answer.

She pushed the door open and was greeted by darkness. The lights weren't on. She flipped the switch, only to find the bedroom empty. Carlos wasn't here.

She caught a glimpse of the tidy bed, with its 100% long-staple cotton sheets, 270 thread count. It hadn't been slept in. That was when she grew suspicious.

'When did Carlos leave? Where is he?'

Unlocking her phone, she called him, but it went straight to voicemail. It must be off.

'I wonder when he'll be back?' she thought.

Debbie didn't know what time Carlos finally stopped and how she got to bed. The sun was high in the sky when she finally woke up. Piggy, who was dressed neatly, was playing with her toy on the bed.

When Debbie opened her eyes, Piggy called out, "Mommy."

"Hmm... Piggy, what time is it?" Debbie reached out for her phone, but to no avail.

Piggy didn't know how to tell time, but she knew figures. She grabbed Debbie's phone and read the numbers on the screen, "One zero two one."

Hearing that, Debbie instantly sat up. "Oh my God. You must be starving. Don't worry. Mommy's cooking now." When she tried to stand, her legs shook, and she put a hand to the nightstand to keep from falling.

"I'm full. I ate. Uncle Carlos ate too."

"Really? Who cooked? Where's Uncle Carlos?" And that was when Debbie realized that Carlos stayed overnight.

"Buns, porridge and dishes. A handsome uncle."

'A handsome uncle? Was he Frankie?' Debbie wondered.

"Who got you dressed?" Although Piggy knew how to put on a dress, she couldn't zip herself. This dress fastened from the back.

Piggy simply answered, "Uncle Carlos." Carlos even picked out this beautiful dress for Piggy himself. Was there no end to his talents? He might not have wanted a daughter, but he sure showered her with affection.

Debbie was rendered speechless. 'Carlos is really a good dad.'