Chapter 235 He Has Changed

Debbie was already drunk. She put a hand over Colleen's shoulder and told Emmett, "I'm not going to
see Carlos. Just leave me alone. Colleen, let's drink some more."

The two women had had a happy evening drinking together. Colleen was a little drunk as well. Resting
her head on Debbie's shoulder, Colleen dismissed Emmett saying, "You may leave. Debbie is mine
now."

Emmett was left speechless. He wanted to leave, but his boss would kill him if he left without Debbie.
"Mrs. Huo, it's very late, and you must be sleepy. Just come with me for now, okay?" he coaxed Debbie
patiently.

She tried to open her sleepy eyes and fixed her gaze on the anxious secretary. "Okay... No! Okay..."

'Is that a yes or a no?' Emmett wondered, feeling defeated.

Eventually, he managed to carry Debbie out of the bar with Gregory's help.

Carlos' Emperor was parked at the entrance. The man sitting in the back seat instantly had a headache
at the sight of the drunk woman on Emmett's back.

He got out of the car and retrieved his wife from Emmett. He frowned when he smelled the alcohol
emitting from her.

Debbie opened her eyes and found herself in the car. She then spotted Carlos sitting next to her, but
she was too drunk to keep a cool head. "Ah, it's you! Asshole Huo! Mr. Asshole... Urgh...I'm so full.
Another sip will make me burst."

How Carlos wished he could throw her into the snow to cool her down! But that was just a thought.

He pulled his wife into his arms and listened to her constant grumbling.



"Why are you here in front of me?" she asked.

"You don't want to see me, do you?" he asked in reply. His voice was low as he asked that.

"Hmm..." Debbie nodded and blurted out, "Carlos Huo has changed. He no longer treats me like he
used to. I'm not going to love him either. I'll marry someone else."

"Whom do you want to marry?" Carlos tried his best to suppress his growing anger.

After a moment's consideration, she answered, "Gregory! Or Curtis, or Gus, or Hayden, or Emmett!"

The names she uttered shocked the two men in the car. Emmett, who was driving, was unwillingly
dragged into their fight. He trembled and almost lost control of the car.

Carlos sat there quietly as his wife told him that she was going to marry someone else. His face was
ashen with fury.

"Whom do you want to marry the most?" he pried.

"Um...I want to marry... Gregory the most..." she grumbled. Carlos cared so much for Megan. Curtis
had Colleen, and Emmett had Kasie. Only Gregory was single.

Little did Gregory know that Carlos was growing a grudge against him because of Debbie's drunken
talk.

When the car slowly rolled into the manor's parking lot, Debbie pushed the car door open and jumped
out. She ran towards the swimming pool without even noticing that she had lost one of her shoes.

Carlos picked it up and ran after her.

Standing before the wide pool, Debbie pointed to the water and yelled, "I hate water. I hate swimming. I
hate this pool! Get out of my way! Get out of my way, you stupid pool!" If she didn't know how to swim,



she would have gotten drowned last time. Then she wouldn't have to face all these annoying things in
her life.

Carlos squatted down in front of her, raised her foot, and coaxed, "Hold my shoulder."

The lights around the swimming pool were off. The road lamps were too dim for Debbie to see who was
in front of her. She bent over and cupped his head in her hands, rubbing her cheeks against his head.
"Since when is there a puppy in the manor? Hi, little puppy! You're so fluffy."

'Did Carlos buy this puppy for me?' she thought in her drunken state.

Carlos went rigid when she called him a puppy. He tied her shoelaces quickly, stood up and pulled her
into his arms. "Do I look like a puppy to you?" he asked angrily.

Debbie squinted her eyes to look clearly and then screamed, "Aaaaargh! It's you! Carlos Huo, you
asshole! Let go of me!"

She struggled hard to break free, but to no avail. Eventually, she burst into tears. In a choked voice,
she complained, "Why are you so annoying? Let me go! Just go and date your dear Megan or Olga. I
don't want to see you again. Go ahead and marry Megan. I'll be with Gregory! I'll sleep with him!"

Carlos believed he would be driven mad if he allowed Debbie to continue talking, so he scooped her up
into his arms and threatened, "One more word about Gregory and I'll throw him into the Pacific for the
sharks to feed on! Then you won't see him ever again."

He hated Gregory more than Hayden now. There was a crisis in Hayden's company, and he hadn't left
his office for a couple of days.

As for Gregory, Carlos didn't want to deal with him for Curtis' and Colleen's sake. He could only
threaten Debbie with his life.



Debbie was restless in his arms—she cried, yelled and thumped him with her fists. When he finally
managed to get her into the bathroom, he broke out in a sweat despite the cold winter.

After stripping her clothes off, he put her in the bathtub and then took off his own clothes as well.

Debbie shivered when she was dipped into the warm water. "Old man, where are your clothes? Are
you going on some fashion show?"

Carlos just stared at her. 'Did she go to some fashion show with naked models?'

"Argh... It's so cold. Hold me in your arms." She threw herself into his arms and held his waist tight to
keep warm.

Carlos was instantly turned on. With intense passion rising inside him, he kissed her mercilessly, while
his hands ran all over her body.

And she was so obedient this time that he couldn't help but have sex with her in all kinds of positions
again and again...

The next morning, when Debbie woke up, her head was killing her.

She turned over in her bed; she felt like her body had been run over by a truck. When she yawned, she
found that her mouth was sore.

'What the hell happened last night? Why am I feeling so tired?'

She sat up, looked around and then realized that she was in her and Carlos' bedroom at the manor.

'How did I get back here? When did I get back?

Why can't I remember a single thing?'



Rubbing her aching temples, she threw back the covers in an attempt to look for her phone.
"Aaaaaargh!" she screamed in a hoarse voice.

She was shocked by what she saw.

Marks! Marks all over her body!

'This is Carlos Huo's work!!' she thought angrily.

She found her phone and dialed Carlos' number—a spur-of-the-moment decision. When it connected,
she yelled into the phone, "Carlos Huo, what did you do to me last night?" She sounded as if she had
been compelled to engage in prostitution.

Carlos curled his lips as he remembered what had happened last night.

Wesley, who was sitting opposite him, snorted upon seeing his reaction. 'That must be his wife calling!'
he thought.

Rubbing her aching temples, she threw back the covers in an attempt to look for her phone.
"Aaaaaargh!" she screamed in a hoarse voice.

She was shocked by what she saw.
Marks! Marks all over her body!
"This is Carlos Huo's work!!' she thought angrily.

She found her phone and dialed Carlos' number—a spur-of-the-moment decision. When it connected,
she yelled into the phone, "Carlos Huo, what did you do to me last night?" She sounded as if she had
been compelled to engage in prostitution.

Carlos curled his lips as he remembered what had happened last night.

Wesley, who was sitting opposite him, snorted upon seeing his reaction. 'That must be his wife calling!’
he thought.



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