Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife Chapter 473 Good Buddies

'He knew Ivan and I never slept together? Ivan must have told him everything, ' Debbie thought. Then
she replied in a wronged tone, "When we were on the island, I was horny, but you wouldn't do anything.
So I said that Ivan and I did it to piss you off."

Carlos stared at her intensely.

The fierce look in his eyes made her nervous. "Don't look at me like that. I thought you didn't want me
anymore. I'm the one who should be mad," she added.

'How could I not want her? I was just trying not to cause problems, because she was married, ' Carlos
thought.

"And why didn't you know my marriage license was fake? People are always saying you're so clever..."
she continued.

Carlos didn't know how to respond to that. He had tried to lay a guilt trip on her, but she turned it
around, made everything his fault. 'This woman is really savvy.'

Debbie was glad that he didn't talk back to her. "I've answered your questions. Now it's my turn."

Carlos' heart fluttered. He knew what she was going to ask. She figured it out faster than he thought,
and he smiled resignedly.

"Do you have your memory back or not?" she asked, her face betraying no emotion. What he didn't
know was that underneath that stony expression, her heart was pounding.

Carlos looked her in the eye and took her in his arms. "Mmhmm."

What a simple reply. But it was powerful enough to open the floodgates. Instantly, tears gushed from
her eyes.



Before he could say or do anything to console her, she lifted her foot and kicked him hard in the leg.

The moment her pointed-toe stiletto hit his leg, a sharp pain seized him. He endured it silently. As the
moments fled, the pain had dulled to an ache.

Damon and Kinsley had talked him into pretending he still had amnesia. Carlos decided he was going
to kick those guys' asses.

During this time, Frankie sat in the car. Bored, he got out to smoke and happened to see Debbie giving
Carlos a kick.

"Ha—" he burst out laughing. Since it was dangerous to laugh at Carlos, he stopped himself.

He couldn't believe his eyes. The mighty Carlos Huo—kicked by a woman! This was awesome!

And he wasn't supposed to see it. Quickly, he got back in the car. He was so afraid his desire to smoke
went out the window like so much...er...smoke.

He couldn't help watching the two either. One kick wasn't enough to vent her anger. Debbie kicked
Carlos again.

He didn't grimace, didn't scream, only looked at her tenderly.

But her anger didn't stop there. She gave him two more good kicks, just for good measure.

"Feel better?" Carlos asked her.

Debbie snorted and walked toward the car. He followed. But she got in and slammed the door shut. He
was trapped outside the car. She locked the door quickly and opened the window a crack. "Don't follow
me!" she said angrily. Then she turned to Frankie. "Please turn the car around."

Frankie looked at Carlos.



Carlos nodded to him resignedly.

After leaving the manor, Debbie asked Frankie to take her to Champs Bay Apartments. Since he had
Carlos' say-so, he did as he was told.

That evening, Carlos invited Damon for a drink. Just the two of them. And it wasn't at Orchid Private
Club but at a bar that catered to all kinds of people.

Carlos had booked a booth. Since nobody else was around, Damon thought Carlos had invited him
there to discuss some secret plan. He was excited. "Dude, you were awesome in front of the camera. I
almost cried. I bet Debbie was in tears."

"Nope," Carlos said simply.

Damon was shocked. "No way! Women are way more sensitive. They always cry. What happened to
her?"

Carlos recalled Debbie's angry face and then, without warning, he aimed a kick at Damon's leg.

He was wearing his wingtips tonight. It was a special occasion—an ass-kicking. He knew his kick would
hurt much more than Debbie's. Damon grimaced.

For a long while he was in too much pain to utter a word. Bending over the table, he clapped a hand
over his leg, his face red from the pain.

"That's what I got when Debbie found out I was lying to her about my memory," Carlos began flatly.

Damon realized why Carlos had brought him there. 'This man is so vindictive.' He finally managed to
ask, "So why blame me?"

"You told me not to tell her," Carlos said after taking a sip of alcohol.



"I did it for your own good, you ungrateful jackass! How was I supposed to know it would go south?
Why are we friends again?"

Carlos wasn't angered by this. He smiled at him and asked, "Do you know how many times Debbie
kicked me?"

Damon had a bad feeling about this. "Hey, calm down, man! We're good buddies— Ah!" When Carlos
kicked him again, Damon couldn't bear the pain anymore and screamed. His howl filled every corner of
the booth.

"Four. Should I kick you and Kinsley twice each or should I kick you four times?" Carlos asked slowly.

Damon stuck out his hand at once to stop Carlos kicking him again. At this moment, he forgot Kinsley
was his friend or maybe he even didn't remember who Kinsley was. "Twice each, please. I don't think
I'd survive a third."

Carlos didn't kick him anymore. Damon thought he was done with him. However, what Carlos said next
didn't exactly make him happy. "You always badmouthed my wife," Carlos remarked coldly.

Damon cried, "I didn't mean to. I told you, James tricked me. I swear I'll make it up to her. I'll apologize.
Good enough?"

"No!" Carlos said ruthlessly.

Damon gritted his teeth, regretting having made friends with such a cold-blooded, brutal creature as
Carlos. "I swear to God quit it! We won't be friends, and you don't want me as an enemy," he
threatened.

"No problem," Carlos replied easily. Damon regretted having made that threat.



"Dude...Bro...Boss...what do you want from me?" 'Liar! He told me he wanted to have a drink with me.
It turns out he was just trying to get back at me for Debbie.'

Carlos thought about it and stated, "I heard your wife's pregnant again."

Damon flashed a goofy smile when he thought of his wife. "Yes. I'll be thrilled if I have a daughter half
as lovely as Evelyn," he flattered.

Carlos also was in a better mood when he thought of Evelyn, but not by much. "How far along is
Adriana?"

"Three months," Damon giggled.

"Three months..." Carlos murmured. Then he pulled out his phone and called someone. "Send in ten
women," he commanded.

Damon was surprised. "What are you doing? Are you going to cheat on Debbie? Dude, don't do that.
Everyone saw you say you love her—"

Just then, the door was pushed open, and ten hot women walked in.

As Damon was trying to figure out what was going on, Carlos stood up and told those women, "Serve
Mr. Han well." Then he said to Tristan, "Get two bodyguards in here. They'll watch Damon and make
sure he keeps his hands to himself."

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

Only then did Damon realize what Carlos was doing. The sly man knew that he hadn't had sex in three
months. She hadn't felt like it, so he had to do without. Now Carlos was using that to punish him. He
asked those women to seduce Damon, but at the same time, he ordered the bodyguards to keep him
from getting any.



'Carlos, you son of a bitch!' Damon cursed inside. Carlos turned to leave. "Don't do this! Get these
women out of here! You can't do this to me! Adriana will kill me!"

Carlos paused, turning around. "Relax. I won't tell. And nobody else will either," he said calmly. "Tristan,
remember to take pictures."

‘Carlos, you son of a bitch!’ Damon cursed inside. Carlos turned to leave. "Don't do this! Get these
women out of here! You can't do this to me! Adriana will kill me!"

Carlos paused, turning around. "Relax. | won't tell. And nobody else will either," he said calmly. "Tristan,
remember to take pictures."



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