Emmett watched Debbie's figure recede from view. He needed to get back in the car again and tell his boss what happened. Carlos, sitting in the back seat, didn't respond. It was what he had expected, though. He knew Debbie wasn't willing to let others know about their relationship. Every time they were in the midst of a crowd, she would act as if they were strangers.
Carlos had been away on official business for the last two months, and this was his first class after he'd come back. The classroom was fully stocked with his admirers. Debbie, sitting in the last row, gave her full attention to the man on the podium, her husband.
People all believed that Carlos was cold and detached, but Debbie knew that was not the case. It was a ruse that he adopted, to keep people at arm's length, to add to his mystique. Debbie had seen different sides of him—an angry Carlos, a gentle Carlos, an upset Carlos… Just like ordinary people, he had the full range of emotions. He could be cold and distant, yes, but also loving and warm.
He was just used to concealing his true feelings in front of strangers.
He was 28 years old now, yet he was a successful businessman. He was confident, strong and powerful—better than 99 percent men in the world.
Debbie couldn't help but wonder whether he was the favorite creature of God and he was born to be the winner. She felt so lucky she was his wife. She was lost in her own thoughts when the man's voice brought her back to her senses.
"Debbie Nian, please stand up and tell us what you've learned so far."
His voice was so cold that she immediately stood without any hesitation. She winked at Dixon, who was sitting next to her.
Lowering his head, Dixon whispered to her, trying to catch her up, "Mr. Huo has taught us AIP—automatic investment plan, and risk prediction…"
With a cunning smile, Debbie cleared her throat and repeated, "Mr. Huo, you've taught us AIP and risk prediction…" While she recited the litany that Dixon was helping her with, Carlos left the the podium and walked towards her.
The girls fixed their eyes upon him, looking excited. They even began whispering, "He's coming this way!" Some of them even took out their phones and took photos of his back or selfies with Carlos in the background. There was giggling and more whispering as they checked out their handiness with a camera.
When Carlos at last stood beside Debbie, Dixon shut his mouth and pretended that he was reading his book. He wasn't dumb enough to get caught.
Once Dixon stopped whispering to her, Debbie was unable to continue. With an embarrassed smile, she said, "T-That's all I can remember… I-I need to study more, huh?"
Carlos tapped her desk with his index finger and said in a cold voice, "Come up to the podium with me. Stay focused."
'Dang! Is he the same Carlos Huo as last night? He was so enthusiastic last night when he held me in his arms in bed. So warm, so loving. But now, he looks like I owe him a shit-ton of money!' she thought.
Staring at his back, Debbie stuck out her tongue and made a face before following him up to the front of the classroom.
Debbie stopped not far away from him. Suddenly, an idea struck her. While the other students were discussing something, she said in a low voice, "Mr. Huo, do you want to have lunch with me after class?"
Carlos stopped turning the pages of his book and cast a warning glance at her. Evidently he heard her, and didn't like the question.
As if not noticing the look, Debbie continued, "Mr. Huo, my aunt Flo has left." She knew that he had been expecting this day very much.
Carlos walked towards her, towering over her, and asked, "What about now?"
When the students saw Carlos approach Debbie, they began to talk about it; more giggling and furtive whispers followed. "What are they talking about? Look at Debbie! The slut!"
"Wow, he's so handsome. I wish I could stand that near him."
"Look at her! She's tried to seduce Mr. Huo a lot. She just can't get enough! That bitch! He should force her to leave the city!"
Debbie, on the other hand, didn't get Carlos' point. "Now what?" she asked in confusion.
"One more word and I'll take you home!" Carlos threatened. Debbie shut her mouth, as she knew he was a man of his word.
Now that Debbie was silent, Carlos secretly heaved a sigh of relief and thought to himself, 'What a naughty girl to seduce me in front of everyone! I'll teach her a lesson tonight.'
When the class was over, Debbie approached Carlos and asked, "Headed back to the office?"
"Yep. Come with me?" Carlos asked and looked at the girl.
"No, no! You go ahead. What time do you get off tonight?"
'She's been acting weird the whole day!' Carlos thought. "I've got a dinner party at 6 p.m., but I'll be home after we're done."
'6 p.m.? Got it!' "Okay. Bye, old man."
Debbie waved to him and then walked off with a spring in her step.
Staring at her retreating figure, Carlos mused, 'She seems so happy! Is it because her period is over and done with? I'm worried things aren't that simple…'
Around 3 in the afternoon, Jared placed his phone on the desk in front of Debbie and told her, "Your husband's going to a party with another woman."
A group chat was onscreen, along with a girl named Megan. She posted a message saying, "I'm going to a salon to get a makeover. Carlos and I have a party to go to." Some of the other members started to fawn over her.
Debbie rolled her eyes and taunted Megan in her mind. 'It's just a party and she's attending it with my husband. Does she have to show off like this?'
Debbie picked up the phone and mentioned Megan in her comment, "But I thought Mr. Huo had other plans tonight."
what she was doing and tried to take his phone back, she had already sent the message.
Immediately, Jared was mentioned in a whole gaggle of posts.
"Mr. Han, did your brother tell you that?"
"Mr. Han, how did you know that? Are you with Mr. Huo now?"
"Mr. Han, would you like to go out tonight?"
It was too late for Jared to delete the message. He cast a burning glance at Debbie and cursed, "Dude! Why did you do that?"
Debbie raised her arm to keep the phone away from him. "Wait! I still need it."
Soon, Megan mentioned Jared as well saying, "I just called Carlos, and he says he's still going to the party with me. "
Debbie ground her teeth and gave the phone back to Jared. "I'm taking off. I have some work to finish."
Then she left the university, leaving her confused friends behind.
At 6 p. m., Debbie took out her phone and sent message to Carlos. "Honey, I'm waiting for you in Room 1208 of Caspian Hotel. Come and bang me. Now!"
Carlos, on the other hand, was making for the underground car park. The moment he saw the message, his eyes darkened. Before he could reply to it, he got another message. "Now or never!"
Clearly, the girl was trying to play him.
After some hesitation, he told Emmett, "Drive me to Caspian Hotel."
Emmett wanted to remind him that it was time to go to the party, but on second thought, he decided against it. "Yes, Mr. Huo." He slid into the driver's seat and the two roared off to the hotel.
When Carlos' car stopped in front of the Caspian Hotel, he felt something was not right.
Some paparazzi must have been hiding somewhere around the hotel.
Pretending to ignore them, he got out of the car and entered the hotel lobby. Upon seeing Carlos, the lobby manager immediately trotted towards him and greeted, "Good evening Mr. Huo."
Carlos nodded in return, and strode towards the lift without further ado.
The manager decided to see if he could help, as he could tell that Carlos was in a hurry. Besides, he was curious what his business was.
"Mr. Huo, which room are you going to?" asked the manager, who was about to press the button for Carlos.
"1208," Carlos answered shortly.
"Mr. Huo, here comes the lift. Let me show you the way."
"I'm good." Carlos entered the lift and pressed the button to close the doors, leaving the manager behind.
When the doorbell rang, Debbie was so nervous that she was too weak to stand.
She took a few deep breaths before she opened the door.
It was him… Carlos Huo… standing at the door!
Her nervousness disappeared at the sight of him. She threw herself into his arms. "Honey!"
