Take My Breath Away

'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 o

on 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."