Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Wesley was annoyed. He had never met a woman as troublesome as Blair. "Get up!" he ordered harshly.

Blair sat up on the bed.

The next thing she knew, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her off the bed.

"Ow! You're hurting me!" she cried out.

Wesley looked down at her wrist and realized that he was holding her where the needle had been pricked when she was on an IV drip. "I'm sorry," he said with a frown.

"I told you I wouldn't be able to finish the five-kilometer run, but you insisted I run. Because of that, I ended up having heatstroke, and you are still so mean to me. Wesley, I'm a girl, not a military man," Blair protested.

Her last sentence was a reminder. It struck him that she wasn't as tough as the soldiers he trained every day. He couldn't treat her the same way he treated them.

Just as she was expecting some comforting words from him, he bent over, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Blair shrieked.

As he passed the side-table on his way to the ward door, he grabbed her medicine and tucked it into his pocket.

The college doctor was prescribing some medicine to a student in his office. He happened to see Wesley carrying Blair on his shoulder as he walked by his office. His eyes widened like saucers in shock.

He walked to the door immediately in the hope of reminding Wesley that he wasn't supposed to treat a girl so roughly, let alone a patient who had recently had heatstroke.

But he wasn't quick enough. By the time he reached the hallway, Wesley was already out of sight.

Lying upside down on Wesley's shoulder, Blair's head swam uncontrollably. And the jolt made her nauseated. She felt like puking. But before she could say anything, she was stuffed into a car.

Wesley got into the driver's seat and started the vehicle. As the car slowly left the university, Blair felt a little better and realized that she was in a black Hummer with premium equipment.

She looked around the car and asked, "Is this car yours?"

"Hmm." He gave her a lukewarm response.

his age and position, she didn't

gave it to me as a gift," he said.

Obviously, you have some rich friends." She wished she knew some moneybags who was

she would decide to chase his loaded friend instead of pestering him, so

I don't know him." She had never heard of the name before. Besides, Blair only had eyes for Wesley.

more questions about Carlos. Wesley was disappointed. But he didn't say anything else

Apartments. After parking the car in the underground parking lot, Wesley

Blair and stood by the car, waiting for her to get down. She was about to jump down, but then changed her mind. "Your

serious?' Not wanting to argue with her anymore, he put his hands around her waist and carried her out of the car as if he were carrying a

was left speechless. She had imagined her prince charming carrying her in his arms

her down, she wrapped her legs around his waist and put her hands around

with one hand and held her waist with

down," he

she refused, burying her face in his

go of

"Fine."

really let go, but Blair didn't. So in the end, she clung on to

he pretended to be mad and glared at her. But she wasn't looking at him. "I'm a patient. I

options—either he took her upstairs like this, or he somehow made her get down. Finally, he made

flashed a triumphant smile.

arrived at the sixteenth floor. When they reached her apartment, Blair got off him and

she didn't look like a patient

his pocket, gave it to her and left without a

he opened all the car windows to air out

her scent to disappear. When it was about done, he stubbed out the cigarette and

met Wesley in the elevator in the past few days, Blair got up early the next morning

she met him. And she did meet him this