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

she decided to go to the supermarket to buy some fruits. She strolled towards the elevator; she didn't think Wesley would go

was right. She bought some fruits and came back home, but didn't see

went to the kitchen, washed the fruits, sliced them and put them onto a plate, arranging them in

she mustered up some courage and knocked on

bath. Drips of water rolled down his hair.

at his well-shaped body in a trance. His wet abs made her drool.

scars on his bronze-colored skin; each of them represented his

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

impatiently, "What do

fruit plate and said, "I bought some fruits, and I'm unable

thank you. I don't like fruits,"

stunned for a while. After a few seconds, she picked up a slice of kiwi with a fork

his phone rang

inside to pick it up. "Hello? All right. I'm on my way." Anxiety was

bedroom and got changed within

wonder if he is also this fast in bed, ' Blair

his eyes, walked past her and entered the elevator, leaving his

elevator closed, Blair was still in

to her senses, she found that Wesley was

lock his

"I'm not here to steal anything. I'm just curious

square meters,

in black, white and grey. Anyone could tell that this was

the room where he had changed his clothes, and looked around. 'This