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.

money for this?" Considering his age and

it to me as a gift," he said.

was it? Obviously, you have some rich friends." She wished she knew some

on him that maybe she would decide to chase his loaded friend instead

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

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

After parking the car in the underground parking lot, Wesley got out first.

get down. She was

checked the height and thought, 'Too high? Are you 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

prince charming carrying her in his arms like a princess.

around

fell, Wesley closed the car door with one hand and

he demanded.

burying her

go of

"Fine."

she clung on to him like a koala holding on to a big

and fragrance stirred up his buried feelings. The attraction was getting stronger. To conceal his emotion, he pretended to be mad

minutes. Wesley had only two options—either he took her upstairs like this, or he somehow made her get down. Finally, he made his decision. He wrapped both of his arms around her waist and made his way to the

flashed a triumphant

Blair got off him and said sweetly, "Thank you for bringing me home.

point, she didn't look like a

her medicine out of his pocket, gave it to her and

all the

a cigarette and smoked while he waited for her scent to disappear. When

in the past few days, Blair got up early the next morning and waited at the

until she met him. And she did meet