Chapter 252 How''s the Jewelry


    Debbie was embarrassed into silence. Thanks to Carlos, some x-rated scenes shed through her


    mind, making her blush bright red. In a huff, she silently tried to pinch him, but to no avail. The man


    was so slender that there was nowhere to pinch, only solid muscle. Frustrated, Debbie faked a smile


    and warned him, "Get your hand off me, or I''ll give you hell!"


    In contrast to her anger and frustration, he felt really good after finally going public with his wife''s


    identity. He''d been waiting for this moment for months. He''d wanted to do it long before, but Debbie


    didn''t want all the paparazzi following her every move. She didn''t want to worry about going out in


    public, or attending school. She didn''t want to worry who was pretending to be her friend only trying to


    get close to Carlos and his money. For every piece of jewelry or watch that Debbie had looked at with


    keen interest, he would secretly signal his assistant, instructing him to buy and pack up the item. In the


    meantime, he kept bantering with his wife. "I''ll let go if you kiss me," he teased yfully.


    Debbie took a deep breath to contain her anger. She felt like a pot about to boil over, and all Carlos


    was doing was increasing the heat. She closed her eyes, kept the feigned smile on her face and


    muttered between gritted teeth, "Carlos, I''m serious. Let go of me now. My foot hurts. Do you want a


    high heel in the face? Imagine what a scar might do to your poprity with the girls."


    When what she said sank in, Carlos frowned and loosened his grip. The next second, he squatted


    down in front of her and asked with concern, "Which foot?"


    ''My wife is hurting. Who cares about everyone else?'' he thought, not in the mood to carry on with the


    joke now.


    He reached out his hand to touch Debbie''s ankles, trying to check for a wound. In the process, he kept


    his back straight. It wasn''t hard to tell he used to be a soldier.


    His sudden gesture startled Debbie. She hastily tried to pull him up. "Hey, not here. Everyone''s


    staring!"


    Seeing Carlos obediently stand up, Debbie heaved a sigh of relief. Yet he scooped her up all of a


    sudden.


    Under everyone''s shocked gaze, Carlos strode towards the lounge, carrying Debbie in his arms. No


    one expected the gesture, so they stared in rapt fascination as he left.


    On their way, Debbie noted the crowd''s reactions. When she saw some of the women re at her with


    resentment, she wanted to cry. "You''re doing this on purpose, old man?" sheined.


    Carlos lowered his head to look at her. "What do you mean?"


    "Well, you told everyone who I was. I don''t remember telling you that was okay. Then you tried to make


    out with me in front of all the guests. And now? You carry me in your arms. In front of everyone. You


    have a lot of fans! Don''t make them hate me out of jealousy." Debbie was well aware of Carlos''


    poprity. If she guessed right, they might have already hit the headlines.


    Unfortunately, Debbie''s guess was right. Moments ago, someone uploaded photos. The news went


    viral. The news headlines read, "Mrs. Huo''s identity," "Carlos Huo apologizes to his wife in public" and


    "the Huos showed off their love at the exposition."


    And what was more, someizens even dug into Debbie''s past and found out more about her past.


    Like how her ex-boyfriend was Hayden Gu, the CEO of Gu Group.


    And her best friends were Jared, the second son of the Han family in Y City; Kasie, the daughter of the


    Zheng family; Dixon Shu, the straight-A student of Economics and Management School; and Kristina


    Lin, Dixon''s girlfriend. On top of that, a lot of Debbie''s personal info was also leaked. Everyone wanted


    to know more about the recently-revealed Mrs. Huo.


    But since Debbie didn''t have a chance to do anything with phone at the moment, she still had no idea


    of what kind of uproar they had caused on the Inte.


    In the lounge


    Carlos gently put Debbie on a sofa and squatted down again. This time he didn''t draw curious stares.


    He took off her high heels and found that her right heel was chafed raw by the shoe. If she had walked


    any longer, the shoe might have caused nasty, painful blisters on her right heel or even scraped off her


    skin.


    Seeing that, Carlos furrowed his eyebrows and stood up. He pulled out his phone and called Emmett.


    "Get me a pair offortable sneakers and some band-aids. Quickly," he ordered.


    Debbie didn''t want to bother him. "Hey, cut it out. I''ll be okay after a little rest here." ''Or I can go back


    home early, '' she thought.


    But Carlos didn''t listen to her. After ending the call, he sat down next to Debbie and asked, "Hungry?"


    "Um...no. Look, people are lining up just to talk to you. You have to go talk with them. Leave me alone


    here. I''ll be okay," Debbie urged again. She had been trying to drive this man away mainly because she


    didn''t want any more attention than she''d gotten already. Carlos was a walking attention ma,


    drawing stares wherever he went.


    So to stop any more curious nces, she desperately wanted this man to go away now.


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    Besides, Carlos was in charge of this exposition. He needed to be there to smooth out the kinks. Since


    Debbie had insisted, Carlos had no choice but to agree. "Okay, but don''t go anywhere. Just stay here.


    I''ll be backter when Emmett arrives." Before he left, he gestured to the waiter near them and ordered


    some desserts and beverages for Debbie.


    Just as Carlos exited the lounge, a group ofdies immediately came and crowded around Debbie. Not


    asking if Debbie wanted to chat or not, they began to spit out a barrage of questions one after another.


    "He left you alone here?"


    "Wow, I never imagined Mrs. Huo would be so beautiful! But Mrs. Huo, what happened to you? I saw


    Mr. Huo carry you the whole way."


    "How long have you been Mrs. Huo? Which family are you from? What do your parents do?"


    Debbie felt a surge of dizziness due to the never-ending questions. This was exactly what she was


    trying to avoid. What was Carlos thinking? And why didn''t he ask her before he did it?


    And she had no interest in answering any of them. Nheless, known as Mrs. Huo now, she had to


    keep a polite smile on her face. She grabbed a te of desserts that the waiter had brought to her and


    apologized, "Ladies, I''m sorry. I''m starving. Ta ta for now."


    She was obviously saying goodbye to them. A quick way to end the conversation. But strangely


    enough, they didn''t get the hint. Or maybe they feigned ignorance so they could stay longer. The


    questions stopped, and the nagging began.


    "It''s toote for you to be eating anything, Mrs. Huo."


    "Oooh! That looks sinful! You should watch your figure."


    "Are you trying to put on the pounds?"


    "You''re in such good shape! Why would you want to be fat?"


    "Careful, Mr. Huo may not like you if you put on weight."


    "You definitely need to watch your weight—a rich handsome man like Mr. Huo has a lot of girls to


    choose from."


    "Is Mr. Gu really your ex-boyfriend?"


    Debbie''s head started to pound. She needed to either flee or get rid of them, otherwise she might go


    mad. This evening was not going well, certainly not the way she envisioned. What were these women


    doing here? Why weren''t they at least window shopping for all the jewelry and watches at the


    exposition? Why were they poking their nose into her business? Why couldn''t they just leave her


    alone? All these women were such a pain and—wait... Maybe Carlos revealed her identity so that she


    wouldn''t be able to keep tabs on him.


    In the end, Debbie put down the desserts, deliberately ttering the tes on the counter. She was


    loud, trying to get their attention. She ran her eyes over the group and asked, "How''s the jewelry?"


    Confused, the women answered in chorus, "The jewelry is amazing!" Everything on disy was


    beautiful and luxurious. From sparkling tiaras to gem-encrusted hairpins, from nes, chokers, and


    earrings to diamond-studded bracelets. A dizzying array of gems, rubies, emeralds, opals, pearls, and


    polished pieces of jade. Even rings and cuff links. And some of the finest timepieces expertly crafted by


    Swiss watchmakers. But the prices were too high.


    If their husbands were as rich as Carlos, they would have already bought all of the jewelry here and


    brought their favorites home with them.


    "And what about the watches?" Debbie continued to ask.


    Again, the women replied in confusion, "The watches are great!"


    "Since everything looks awesome, maybe you should spend more of your precious time appreciating


    them. I''m not as interesting as all that ice out there. I shouldn''t be the focus here. Please!" Debbie


    waved at them with a smile.


    "You''re being modest, Mrs. Huo. You''re more attractive than those jewelry and watches..."


    "Yes, I think so. Mrs. Huo, are you still a student? Where do you go to university?"


    Meanwhile, more and more spectators arrived, adding to the group gathered around Debbie. Debbie


    was on the brink of a meltdown. ''Jesus! Save me from idiots! Please!'' she eximed in her head.


    She knew it. That was why she didn''t want to expose her identity. Now, where was the bad man who


    had let the whole world know about it? Couldn''t he see that she was surrounded by arge group of


    people? Why didn''t hee back and save her?


    Left with no choice, Debbie put on her high heels again and squeezed through the crowd that had


    gathered in the lounge. "I''m sorry. I need to look for my friends. Please enjoy yourselves!"


    She broke free of the hangers-on, practically pushing her way through the crowd. Debbie limped


    through the hall to look for Carlos, Kasie or her other friends.


    But she didn''t see any of them. Instead, she spotted Wesley and Megan.


    She had no interest in talking to those two, so she walked in the opposite direction. "Good evening,


    Mrs. Huo!" a guest greeted her.