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.

He came back especially for Chantel. "Did you guys

She said it was work-related. That young man

she would still be in love with Wesley.

"Yes! I'm sure."

a date with another man, and all she's doing is

know what I think? Don't get involved. You're not into Chantel anyway. You can date those other girls.

not into her? Besides, I'm not dating anyone else. Quit talking about it," Gifford retorted. If his wife knew it, he wouldn't be able to explain it clearly. After all, it was Blair who said

exchanged a glance with the smiling Chantel and continued, "Okay. We won't be back for a while. So, just do whatever you want.

get

up the phone, leaving Gifford alone, fuming in the

guy, huh? Is she trying to trade me in for a

of work does she have to

Road? They have good taste, at least.' He remembered that it was a

in Blair's story. Blair was his mother, right? She wouldn't lie

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

but it kicked it straight over to

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

down a little and suddenly turned into a parking lot. The parking lot belonged to the most luxurious

hotel Blair mentioned. She was there more

hotel wasn't more than a half hour away from where he lived. He should have been there by now. It had

But if he's still not there, then you can come back home." If Gifford didn't show up, it meant he really didn't love her. But Blair was sure he did. She knew she was

phone, Chantel pushed the sunglasses up on the bridge of her

around, but didn't see a cafe. She did see a green Humvee with military

up. Chantel quickly looked away, turned her back to the off-road vehicle,

He's really here!

Oh, yeah, I need to pretend like I

familiar voice stopped

but it wasn't Gifford's.