Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Since Adalson was in another city, he couldn't check on Blair personally. He had called Wesley and had asked him to check on her as a favor for him.

Wesley didn't know how to respond to that.

That night, Blair slept with a wide smile on her lips. What she didn't know was that, across the hall, due to her little kiss, Wesley had to go to the bathroom a few times in order to take cold showers.

At four in the morning, he put her name on his list of troublesome people. Most of the people on the list were the unruliest criminals. Two minutes later, touching the corner of his mouth, he moved Blair's name to the top of the list, which meant, to Wesley, Blair had just become the most troublesome person on the planet.

The next morning, Blair got up very early to create a chance to meet Wesley. She had found out his entire schedule—when he would return from his morning exercise and what time he would enter the elevator.

However, none of that happened. The man didn't show up as she had expected. Actually, to avoid her, last night, he had decided to take the stairs from that day on instead of riding the elevator.

For the next three days, Blair didn't meet Wesley even once in the building. Just when she started to think that he probably hadn't been home lately, she heard the sound of his door closing as he left the apartment in a hurry.

She wondered when he had come home and why she hadn't met him earlier.

Blair had art lesson that afternoon. She didn't want to go, but Joslyn liked art and wanted her company, so Blair agreed to attend the lesson.

In the drawing studio, Blair doodled on the drawing board with her black crayon. Half the lesson had passed and she still hadn't drawn anything worthy.

The young female guidance counselor walked over to her and frowned. "Blair, what are you doing? What is that?" she reprimanded.

The white drawing paper on Blair's board was filled with useless doodling. She quickly tore it and tossed it into the waste basket. "It's nothing. I'll start over now."

The guidance counselor walked away, grumbling under her breath. Watching her figure receding, Blair made a face behind her back.

counselor wasn't theirs to begin with, and the drawing studio wasn't where her duty was. She was only in the studio because their art instructor had been occupied elsewhere lately. Since this female guidance counselor knew a bit about art, she had been substituting for the art instructor for the past

some reason, the guidance counselor seemed to have a problem with Blair since the very beginning, which was part of the reason why Blair didn't want to attend

and mumbled, "I think she is jealous of you. You're prettier than her

cross in the air with her black crayon. "No way! She

to the others." Joslyn rolled her eyes

mean

mean to you and

as she pushed her glasses up her nose bridge. The entire studio heard her.

swung the crayon in her hand and replied, "We're

come to my class again

only her and Joslyn to hear, "That would

Joslyn chuckled.

eyes unhappily. When the guidance counselor was busy talking to another student, Blair busied herself with something secretly. After a while, she held a cup of coffee-colored liquid in her hand and gave it to the guidance counselor. "Miss Zheng, I made a cup of coffee for you. Please have a taste," she

so gallantly in front of the whole class, the guidance counselor snorted proudly and

iced and freshly made. And it's yummy. Please take a sip and see how you like it," Blair urged. Then, she watched

"Pfff!"

lady spat it all out and spilled much of the dark-colored liquid onto Blair's

onto the floor and rushed about looking for

students snickered. Joslyn didn't even bother stifling her laughter.

chiffon shirt being stained. "Miss Zheng, what's

pointing at Blair and Joslyn. "You— you

Blair thought. "I won't go. If you feel like running, please feel free to do so. Besides, you're not even our guidance counselor. Why should we listen to

Don't make me