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 replied. He came back especially for Chantel. "Did you guys go

home, but she took off again with a handsome young man in tow. She said it was work-related.

18 years old, she would still be in love with Wesley. 'What? What did she say?' Gifford was confused. "Mom, are you sure she went out with some

"Yes! I'm sure."

all she's doing is talking about how hot he is!' "Where did they go?" he asked through

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

Gifford retorted. If his wife knew it, he wouldn't be able to explain it

while. So, just do whatever you want. Oh, by the

might get a hotel

the phone, leaving Gifford alone, fuming in the living

to trade

does she have to talk about while she's pregnant?

East Ring Road? They have good taste, at least.' He remembered that it was a five-star hotel, a historic landmark, actually.

didn't even try to poke holes in Blair's story. Blair was his mother, right?

know was that his mother was playing a cruel game with him,

to voice mail. She must have

of the living room and put the pedal to the metal, speeding to the hotel on

turned into a parking lot. The parking lot belonged to

She was there more than an hour, but there was

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 should have been there by now. It had been more than an hour. She was sure

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 right.

on the bridge of her nose. She

a cafe. She did see a

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

He's

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

familiar voice

recognized it, but it wasn't Gifford's.