Dixon, who was single, didn't want to see the couple showing their affection for each other in front him, so he tried to send off his guests. "Tomboy you drank quite a lot tonight. Why not call it a night and sleep it off?"
Debbie showed him the half-empty glass in her hand. "I haven't even finished my glass of water yet. Why are you driving us away so soon? Aren't we welcome here? Or you don't want your boss here?"
The mischievous woman tried to cause trouble for her friend.
Unflappable, Dixon said with a smile. "You misunderstood me. I just didn't want to delay the romantic moment between you and Mr. Huo."
Carlos was satisfied with his reply while Debbie was quite annoyed. She clenched her teeth and spat, "You've become a bad boy now!"
While holding onto her waist, Carlos urged helplessly, "Stop kidding around. Let's go." If he didn't take her home now, she might end up spending the whole night talking with Dixon at his apartment. Carlos wouldn't let anything ruin his chance to have a sweet moment with his wife.
As soon as they left Dixon's apartment and settled in the car, Debbie instantly felt sleepy, because she couldn't play jokes on the boring man who was sending messages to the senior executives on WeChat.
She raised her head to look at Carlos and yawned. Then she lay in his arms and slowly closed her eyes.
Carlos had a wicked grin when he looked down at her sleeping in his arms. That was what he wanted. She was drunk and sleepy. It was the perfect opportunity for him to have sex with her.
His plan had worked. Debbie slept the whole way back to the manor. When she woke, she was lying naked in bed with Carlos passionately kissing every inch of her body.
In a hazy state, she still tried to warn Carlos who was already making love to her. "You…If you…dare to touch me, I'll…file charges against you…tomorrow. Hmm…"
Her voice trailed off. All her protesting words were replaced with moans of pleasure.
The next day when Debbie woke up, she immediately felt an ache between her legs, and she cursed Carlos under her breath again and again.
Naturally, Debbie wouldn't let Carlos get away with it. For the next two weeks, she didn't allow him to see her even once. She refused to answer his calls or reply to his messages. She would even secretly sneak back to the manor to see Evelyn without letting him know.
After two weeks of not seeing his beloved Debbie, Carlos went to his study in the dead of night. Feeling lonely, he lit a cigarette. He couldn't sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, all that he could see in his mind was how sweet and hot Debbie was.
He desperately wanted her to be his legal wife once again so he could hold her in his arm every night. But even after all his efforts to coax and beg her, she wouldn't promise to remarry him.
He had run out of patience. While blowing out smoke from his cigarette, he decided that it was the right time to take drastic measures.
The next day, the moment that Debbie stepped out of the elevator of a building, Carlos suddenly sprung up from nowhere and lifted her over his shoulder. Ignoring her screams and protests, he carried her to his car.
Frankie had already opened the back door for him. After laying her inside, Carlos squeezed into the car and quickly locked the car door. He finished everything in one swift move.
"Carlos Huo, what the hell are you doing?" Debbie asked in a weak voice, her head still spinning.
He flashed a mysterious smile. "I just want to buy my wife a drink."
"Bullshit! Let me go now!" she shouted at him, massaging her aching temples. It was evident that he was planning something.
Carlos smirked and then kissed her lips hungrily. He hadn't seen her for two whole weeks.
Debbie felt so helpless.
She wondered if Carlos had been constraining himself too much that he had gone crazy. Could anything go wrong with his health if he couldn't satisfy his sexual needs?
After the kiss, she asked again, "Spill it out. What are you going to do? I'm busy. I need to see Ruby, to discuss the song lists of the concert."
He said nothing and just stared at her with eyes full of affection and gentleness.
With such a handsome man staring at her with his charming eyes, Debbie began to feel hot and flustered. Her heart began to pound rapidly in her chest, and she slowly moved towards the car door, trying to put some distance between them. "Why…are you staring at me like that?"
Carlos reached out and gently caressed her face. In a tender voice he declared, "By a simple glimpse of you, I know that you're meant for me. I announce that you'll be my legal wife today."
Debbie's eyes widened, and she choked on her saliva. 'What a flirt! He's seducing me again!'
However, as she straightened his tie, she said with a cunning look in her eyes, "But I don't want to be your wife. Because you made the headlines again yesterday. The news says that Mr. Huo dated a female manager of the Du Group." Of course, Debbie didn't believe that rumor for one second. She was just toying with Carlos, deliberately bringing it up to provoke him. Besides, he hadn't proposed to her yet. It was understandable that he didn't propose to her when they got married the first time. But this time, it was unacceptable.
Carlos grasped her hands. "The reporter with no professional ethics will be banished from the press circles for the rest of his life. All the news agencies that spread the rumor have been closed down. That female manager was transferred abroad. Honey, is that okay?"
He was just signing a contract with that manager. But the reporter snapped a picture of them and started a rumor. Some news outlets got in on the act and dared to spread such a ridiculous story. So, of course, he had to teach them a lesson.
Debbie was caught by surprise. "What did the manager do wrong?" Debbie cared for Carlos, but she wasn't the type of woman who would be jealous of any woman around him. Besides, Tristan had already told her that the female manager was a victim too.
"She stole a few glances at me," Carlos retorted. Thanks to those glances, the reporter was able to snap a picture of her staring admiringly at him.
Debbie sighed heavily. She pitied the female manager.
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a building.
When the car door was opened, Debbie, whose face was blushing from Carlos' flirtation, was too shocked to breathe.
She saw a massive crowd of people waiting at the entrance of the building, and most of them were reporters, photographers, and paparazzi. A group of security guards dressed in uniforms were trying to keep the crowd in order.
Before she could come back to her senses, Carlos pinched her hand and said, "Remarry me. Please?"
'What? Remarry?' She was stunned. "No way!" Immediately, she clutched tightly onto the handle inside the car, refusing to follow him out.
'That sly fox! When did he inform the media? Why didn't I know anything about it?'
Carlos maintained his smile. "Honey, if you don't get out on your own, I'm afraid I need to carry you out on my shoulder again. Are you sure you want to go into the Civil Affairs Bureau that way?"
"Carlos Huo, you…" Her words were choked out by anger.
"I know, I know. You love me, right? Shush! Say it inside the bureau." He put his index finger on her lips to silence her.
Debbie was pissed. 'Who says I love you? What a narcissistic man, ' she thought, sulking.
Deep inside, she had imagined such a day. She knew Carlos would take a tough measure in the end, but she didn't expect that he would include the media.
She took a deep breath to compose herself. She had always wanted to remarry Carlos. Since there were so many reporters there, she didn't play the stubborn card again. Meekly, she followed him out of the car.
Now it was Carlos' turn to be shocked. He didn't expect that Debbie would cooperate so easily. Although he felt butterflies in his stomach, he held her hand and escorted her towards the gate.
From the moment they got out of the car, the sea of people surrounding the Civil Affairs Bureau had been exclaiming loudly, "Look, that's Mr. Huo and Debbie Nian!"
"Oh, Mr. Huo, Debbie, we love you couple!"
"We're your biggest fans!"
Debbie smiled gracefully at the flashing lights of the cameras, and drew closer to Carlos.
He held on to her waist, and they lovingly walked into the bureau.
As soon as they set foot in the hall, Debbie turned to him and said, "I think that's a little too high-key."
Carlos smiled and replied, "Yeah. That's my style of loving you. I need the whole world to know that I love you, Debbie."
She pursed her lips, pretending to be angry. It seemed that his EQ had improved quite a lot after he got his memory back.
