Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

'Oh God! My face...'

Blair turned around to show her back towards Wesley and rubbed her face in an attempt to wipe off the stain. To her disappointment, the more she rubbed her face, the larger the stain became.

The elevator reached the sixteenth floor soon, but Blair was still dealing with the stain on her face. Wesley waited for her to walk out first, but she didn't move at all.

He had to walk past her. When he was out of the elevator, he stopped and turned to look at the girl. "We're already on the sixteenth floor. Are you coming out or not?"

Blair wasn't expecting him to talk to her. She raised her head and asked in confusion, "Are you talking to me?"

Wesley raised his brow. He was trying his best not to laugh out loud. He coughed to hide his snicker and remained his usual self. "Is there anyone else here?" he asked coldly.

Blair saw the door of her apartment and then realized that she was home. "Sorry. I didn't realize it."

She walked out and headed to her apartment. When she heard Wesley open his door, she turned around and asked, "Wesley, are you—" She wanted to ask whether he lived alone, but then decided otherwise. "Did you eat?"

"Yes," he simply answered.

"Okay." Blair nodded, but before he could leave, she asked again, "Are you full?"

Wesley didn't know how to respond. It was the first time that he had seen someone so silly. 'She is not like her uncle at all, ' he thought.

Realizing that she had asked a dumb question, Blair gave him an embarrassed smile and said, "Uh...bye."

Their doors shut at the same time. As she leaned against the door, Blair wanted to slap herself. 'Silly woman! You ruined the meeting!' she cursed herself inwardly.

She then threw herself onto the sofa, her mind running wild.

After getting some rest, she went to the bathroom to take a shower. But the moment she saw herself in the mirror, she shrieked. She had forgotten about the stain on her face completely, and had been talking to Wesley with that on her face.

This is so

to buy some fruits. She strolled towards the elevator;

came back home,

the fruits, sliced them and put them onto a plate, arranging them in a beautiful

up some

to have just taken a bath. Drips of water rolled down his hair. He had a towel wrapped around his

a trance.

his bronze-colored skin; each

ached when she saw the scars. In a sad voice,

impatiently,

raised the fruit plate and said, "I bought some fruits, and I'm unable to finish

fruits,"

few seconds, she

phone rang in

pick it up. "Hello? All right. I'm on

into his bedroom and got changed

he is also this fast

position, lost in thought. Wesley rolled his eyes, walked

closed, Blair was still in a daze.

her senses, she found that Wesley was gone. And not just that, his apartment

lock his door when he's in a

her hands, Blair entered Wesley's apartment. "I'm not here to steal anything. I'm just curious about your daily life. I won't touch any of your stuff,"

two hundred square meters, much larger than hers.

white and grey. Anyone

head into the room where he had changed his clothes, and looked around. 'This must be his bedroom. I really want to take a