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Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chapter 29 Burnt

Debbie's heart was hammering while she anxiously stammered to explain herself, "That's not true. My apology is sincere. I'm really sorry for offending you. " Ever since Carlos moved back into the villa, he was not the mean, old womanizer he used to be; he was a changed man. He acted like a responsible adult and paid full attention to Debbie's daily needs. Debbie reminded herself all the time to stop being so headstrong with him. Perhaps if she made more of an effort to get along with him, he would get off her back. Carlos interrupted her impatiently. "Enough. Now go away. You are forbidden to go into the kitchen ever again. " When he finished talking, he produced a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth gracefully. 'But why?' Debbie wondered. By now, she already knew better than to anger him again. "Got it. I'm sorry for disturbing your work. " Debbie expelled her curiosity and answered like a good girl. After picking up the meal box, Debbie made her way to the door. Before stepping out of the office, she looked back and asked, "Um, Carlos Huo, could you sign the divorce papers?" "So, that's what all this was about. " Just as he had anticipated, she was up to something. 'I knew she wouldn't just turn into this friendly, polite girl for no reason, ' he sneered inwardly. Now that Carlos had seen through her facade, Debbie decided to come out with the truth. "Yes, it is. I just want the divorce. Why else did you think I did all of this?" In truth, Debbie had been grateful to Carlos before they had a falling-out. After all, he had financially supported her for three years. Unfortunately, their recent unpleasant encounters had left a terrible impression on her. All the gratitude she had for him had evaporated. "I told you to ask my grandfather's permission, if you want a divorce. I'll sign the papers as long as he says it's okay. " Carlos' reply infuriated Debbie so much that she dashed towards his desk. But eventually, she clenched her fists to stop her temper from flaring. "How can a comatose patient give consent to anything?" she exclaimed. "That's not my problem. Now get out!" he warned with a stern look on his face. Rendered speechless, Debbie turned around and walked out of the room. Carlos was filled with complex emotions even after she had closed the door behind her. Wisps of burning smell lingered the air and drifted into his nose. Feeling restless, he got up and opened the windows to let the smell out. With a cigarette in one hand, he sent for Tristan

" She handed him the glass of milk with an innocent look on her face. He glanced at her, feeling a dull ache in his head. "Why didn't you switch the lights on?" 'She came downstairs to heat up milk for me? Could it be poisonous?' "I did

. I just turned the light off before you walked in," she answered defensively. With another doubtful look at her, he thought, 'She isn't reckless enough to poison me. " Then he took the glass of milk from her hands and gulped it down. "Wait. " she suddenly uttered. Before Debbie could even finish her sentence, Carlos rushed to the bin and spat the milk out. Debbie reached out and took the glass from his hand nervously. What she meant to tell Carlos was that the milk was too hot, but by the time she could say anything, he had already gulped it down. Carlos strode to the dining table with a black face, and pulled out some tissues to wipe his mouth. Debbie tried so hard to stifle her laughter that her cheeks became as red as cherries. "You! Go to sleep!" Carlos commanded her. Debbie opened her mouth, hoping to mention the divorce, but after considering his bad mood, she finally decided that it might not be a good time to talk about that topic. Pursing her lips tight, she put the glass of milk on the dining table and went to her room meekly. Carlos stared at the glass of milk and then shifted his eyes towards her as she made herself scarce. After he calmed his nerves he followed up the stairs as well. As soon as she got into her bedroom, Debbie burst into wild laughter. It was an innocent mistake, but it felt good to see the man suffer a bit. As the night deepened, Debbie turned and rolled about in bed restlessly. Multiple thoughts cascaded like a waterfall in her head. 'What do I have to do to get a divorce? I have tried to be defiant and failed. I have tried to please him and that didn't work out either. That man is such a piece of work, ' she thought. The sound of the door shutting lightly came to her ears from the next room. She looked at the clock to check the time. It was 1 a. 'Does he always work so hard? What if I buy him a nice present tomorrow? Maybe he will be pleased and sign the divorce papers. 'Debbie was convinced that it was a good idea. She invited Kristina and Kasie to shop with her the next day through WeChat and finally fell asleep. At 7 a. the next morning, Carlos was sitting at the dining table by himself, as usual. Julie served breakfast, and assuming she wasn't needed at the table anymore, she turned to leave him alone in the dining room. "Julie," he called. "Yes, Mr. Huo," Julie responded. "Did she. cook dinner on her own yesterday?" he asked.