Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Sheffield shook his head helplessly. It was not easy being the ladies' man. Whenever Matthew and Gifford were having marital problems, they would ask for his help.

He sighed inwardly and thought to himself, 'If anyone asks me for advice next time, I should charge them for my time. Maybe ten thousand a minute? Especially Matthew. Maybe a hundred thousand a minute. He'd think twice before—well, maybe not. He's rich beyond his wildest dreams. He might just pay it. Well, that's it, then.'

Chantel was pregnant now, and had to think of her child, so she asked her agent to scale back work.

She even moved out of the Li family's house to live on her own.

And it was Blair's idea.

Blair had made a deal with Chantel. She'd often take Hugo to Chantel's house. She'd also take care of her and help cook, clean, and so forth. A stress-free pregnancy was the best kind.

It was all to galvanize Gifford into doing something.

So when Gifford walked in one day, there was no one at home.

When he went back to his room to change his clothes, he made another startling discovery: everything Chantel owned was gone.

He got flustered and decided to call Chantel. Hopefully she could fill him in on what was going on.

When Chantel's phone rang, Blair was peeling walnuts for her. Hearing it, Blair asked casually, "Is that your work again?" She felt her daughter-in-law devoted too much of her time to work. The girl was tired all the time.

"No, it's Gifford." Chantel picked up the phone and was about to answer it.

"Gifford?" Blair grabbed her phone and shook her head. "Don't answer it."

"Okay." Although Chantel didn't know why Blair made that request, she still agreed.

Blair had told her in advance that she needed to shake things up with Gifford or else their relationship would always remain the same.

Chantel ignored her phone, even though Gifford called her three times. After getting no answer, he dialed Blair's number.

Blair picked up the phone. "Hi, Gifford, you free now?" she said, in a tone that indicated nothing odd was happening.

came back especially for Chantel. "Did you

your father and I took Hugo out for a walk. Chantel came back home, but she took off again with a handsome young man in tow. She said it was work-related. That young man was really hot, you know that? And that shirt he wore couldn't hide those incredible abs. Ah, if only

be in love with Wesley. 'What? What did she say?' Gifford was confused. "Mom, are you

"Yes! I'm sure."

Her daughter-in-law went out on a date with another man, and all she's doing is talking about how hot he is!' "Where did they go?"

You're not into Chantel anyway. You can date those other girls. I

anyone else. Quit talking about it," Gifford retorted. If his wife knew it, he wouldn't be able

and continued, "Okay. We won't be back for a while. So, just do whatever you want. Oh, by the way, they headed for the East Ring Road. Isn't there a

they might get

the phone, leaving Gifford alone, fuming in

young guy, huh? Is she trying to

work does she have to talk about

taste, at least.' He remembered that it was a five-star hotel, a historic landmark,

even try to poke holes in Blair's story. Blair was his mother,

that his mother was playing a cruel game with him, trying to help Chantel

kicked it straight over to voice mail.

longer. He rushed out of the living room and put the pedal to the metal, speeding to the hotel on the East Ring Road.

parking lot. The parking lot belonged to the most

waited near the hotel Blair mentioned. She was there more than an

think I need to head home. He's not coming," she said. The hotel wasn't more than a half hour away from where he lived.

he really didn't love her. But Blair was sure he did. She knew she was right. Gifford loved Chantel. The way he acted toward her told

hanging up the phone, Chantel pushed the sunglasses up on the bridge of her nose. She started to

around, but didn't see a cafe. She did

away, turned her

He's really here!

do? Oh, yeah, I need to pretend like I

familiar voice stopped

but it wasn't Gifford's.