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.

get the money for this?" Considering his age

it to me as a

She wished she knew some moneybags who was generous enough to give her a Hummer.

him that maybe she would decide to

the name before. Besides, Blair only had eyes for Wesley. Other men just didn't

didn't ask any more questions about Carlos. Wesley was disappointed. But he didn't say

car in the underground parking lot, Wesley got out

door for Blair and stood by the car, waiting for her to get down. She was

he put his hands around her waist and carried her out of the car as if he were carrying a child.

She had imagined her prince charming carrying her in his

put her down, she wrapped her legs around his waist

with one hand and

he demanded.

she refused, burying her face in his chest.

let go

"Fine."

didn't. So in the end, she clung on to him like a koala holding

emotion, he pretended to be mad and glared at

took her upstairs like this, or he somehow made her get down. Finally, he made his decision. He wrapped both of his arms

a triumphant

the sixteenth floor. When they reached her apartment, Blair got off him and said sweetly, "Thank you for

look like

medicine out of his pocket, gave it to her and

the parking lot, he opened all the car windows to air out her fragrance.

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

to find out why she hadn't met Wesley in the elevator in the past few days, Blair

to leave until she met him. And she did meet him