Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 407

Xavier told Debbie that the police hadn't granted her bail. Many of her friends tried to bail her out, including Ivan, Curtis and Jared, but they failed. Law enforcement wasn't budging on this. She was a superstar, and traveled too much. They considered her a flight risk.

Finally, Ivan was left with no choice. He called Carlos. Carlos' assistant went forthwith to the police station, trying to talk the bail bondswoman into letting Debbie go. He even tried subtle intimidation, but she wasn't budging. Carlos himself confronted an officer on vacation in a suburban resort area. They had spent several hours drinking tea and chatting before the officer finally granted Debbie's bail.

Debbie guessed that James was probably behind it. It was possible he used his influence to make sure the cops didn't make it easy for them. A corrupt cop could potentially deny someone bail and refuse payment.

Through the window, Debbie saw the myriad security guards patrolling the area. She sighed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Carlos had helped her a lot this time, saving her from jail and worse, and she needed to thank him.

She made a cup of chrysanthemum tea and headed for the study.

The CEO had told her she didn't need to knock. But that was three years ago, and he had amnesia now. He might not remember ever granting her that privilege. So she knocked on the door instead.

She didn't open the door until he responded. It was weird, hanging back like this, acting as though they were strangers. But she could do little else.

Carlos was hunching over his laptop, the light from the screen illuminating his face. She placed the cup on the desk and said, "Drink some tea first. It'll help your eyes."

"Thanks," he answered simply.

Debbie took a deep breath and began, "I need to thank you. If it—"

However, Carlos' ringtone saw to it that she couldn't continue. She stole a glance at the screen and saw the caller ID—Stephanie.

"Hello?" he said coldly.

After Stephanie said something, he suddenly raised his head to look at Debbie.

Debbie thought he was implying she should leave, so she turned around. But she heard him say, "I'm too busy to make it there. Go to bed early. Get some rest."

Debbie was at a loss whether she should leave.

Carlos hung up the phone, took a sip of tea, and said, "That hit the spot." He then told Debbie, "I'm hungry."

'Is he asking me to cook for him?' Debbie wondered.

Without turning around, she lowered her head and said nothing.

The last time she did that, he shared his meal with Stephanie. That was a humiliating blow, since she had specially prepared those dishes for him. She didn't want to go through that again.

Carlos' face darkened as he insisted coldly, "Cook for me."

Debbie turned around and shook her head. "Maybe you could ask your fiancee, Mr. Huo."

"She doesn't know how."

"I don't either," Debbie answered firmly.

At this, Carlos reached his wit's end. "So this is how you thank me?" he asked icily. "After what I did for you?"

Debbie took a deep breath and snapped back, "Trust me, I'm happy you could help. But I swore I'd never cook for you again, after what happened last time. I cooked for you, not for her. Hungry? Ask the chef."

"She didn't have any of your food."

"But she said she did!"

"I said she didn't eat! I ate everything! Clear now?" he said with a frown.

Debbie was stunned for a while. 'So Stephanie lied?' She asked, "Really? She didn't eat them?" She wanted to confirm.

Carlos cast an angry glance at her. "You don't speak Chinese? How about I repeat it in English, Spanish, Korean or Russian?" he mocked.

Debbie gave him an embarrassed smile. "No need for that, Mr. Huo. I only speak Chinese and English."

In fluent English, he said, "I ate everything."

Of course Debbie knew what he said. She heard it the first time, and understood what he just said. She used to get terrible grades. But Carlos' tutoring made a huge difference, and her English had improved greatly.

And that did it. She felt better conceding to his request. Her cheeks were rosy with a sheen of happiness. "Cool. What do you want?" she asked cheerfully.