Take My Breath Away

The fact that Debbie was Carlos' wife alone was enough to forbid Jared from wanting anything more than friendship from her. Even if he were the bravest man on earth, he wouldn't dare to cross the threshold with Carlos' wife.

Kristina sent a Heart-Eyes emoji, followed by her fantasy. "I want to sleep in Debbie's arms."

Dixon replied right away with a Worried Face emoji, "What about me? What'll happen to me then?"

The others hooted.

Later, two of the doctor's assistants came to the villa to bring some medicine to the doctor. They walked into the room Carlos was being operated in. After that, another wait of two hours was steadily breaking Debbie's resolve. No one had come out of the room yet and Debbie was so anxious to know what was going on inside that she was on the verge of barging in.

About a half more hour later, the door of the room finally opened and the two assistants walked out. "How is my husband? Is he going to be all right?" Debbie dashed towards them as soon as they stepped out of the room.

"Both of the bullets from inside him have been removed. The surgery is almost finished. Dr. Jiang is just performing the finishing work, making sure there are no chances of future trouble," they reassured her.

Debbie was a bit relieved now. "Can I go in there?" she asked.

"A few more minutes, please. Dr. Jiang will be coming out soon."

"Okay, then."

Fifteen minutes later, the doctor came out of the room. He removed his mask, looking exhausted. "The bullets have been removed and we've managed to stop the bleeding. But I think it would be best if you took Mr. Huo to hospital. After all, there is no proper medical apparatus in the villa," he stated.

"I see. Thank you, doctor," Debbie nodded.

Dr. Jiang didn't know exactly who this girl was, but since Carlos had kept her around especially when he was wounded, he assumed that she must be someone special to Carlos. Thinking of that, the doctor replied respectfully, "Don't mention it. Emmett and Tristan will be here in a minute. Please don't hesitate to call me if I'm needed."

"Okay, thanks. Please let me walk you out."

"I'll show myself out. You can go see Mr. Huo now."

"All right. Thanks, doctor."

Emmett and Tristan arrived at the villa very soon. When Debbie saw them, she was shocked to notice that Tristan himself was limping. It looked like his left leg was wounded as well. Debbie was concerned, but Tristan told her not to worry; the wound had already been attended to in the hospital. It was nothing.

He also told her that it happen

s had come back from abroad, some servants had come back to the villa with him.

"Do you really want another woman to see your husband naked?" Carlos called out behind her.

Debbie exhaled helplessly. "Fine! I'll help you change your clothes." Carlos had gotten her there. She really didn't want another woman to see her husband's body.

Fortunately, it was not so much work, except for the teasing part. Carlos didn't behave at all when she was changing his pants.

When she was dressing him in the sweatshirt, she accidentally bumped into his chest and left him a kiss.

"Deb, you naughty girl, you're seducing me." His body instantly went stiff when her soft lips touched his skin. As if out of instincts, he wrapped his left arm around her.

Debbie's face flamed with embarrassment. She felt like it was on fire. She covered her burning face with the back of her hand and said, "It's an accident. You're too tall. I got tripped."

"How about we go to the hospital after?" he whispered in her ear in a tempting voice.

"Eh? After what?"

"After some dessert," he continued, sniffing her hair. "What are you thinking?!"

Realizing what he was implying, Debbie gave him a pinch on the waist. "Quit joking around. Hurry up." Her heart was pounding but she pushed him away. In a fluster, she grabbed his left arm hurriedly and tucked it into the sleeve.

Not giving up, Carlos continued with his seduction. "Honey, only my arm is wounded. My other parts are as good as new. If you don't believe me, why don't you go ahead and examine them yourself? Come, come."

Debbie tried to project an angry tone to cover up her nervousness. "In your dreams, smart ass! Now let's go to the hospital."