Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chapter 536 How About Me

Wesley had changed into casual clothes. Standing at the door, he asked, "You ever lock your door?"

Blair answered without turning back, "Not really. It's just you and me here. No one else lives on our floor. Why bother?"

Then, Wesley lectured her as if he were talking to a child. "It's dangerous. You don't know who else might walk in."

"Okay, okay. Fine. Any foods you don't like?" asked Blair as she poured some cooking oil into the wok after putting it on the stove. Before he answered, she muttered, "Probably not. My uncle said one time you guys had to eat grass to survive. I can't even!"

Wesley was reduced to silence. 'Eat grass? What are we? Sheep?'

While Blair was cooking in the kitchen, Wesley looked around her living room. It looked quite safe. Adalson might have helped set the place up. There were even fire extinguishers.

"Can you cook?" Blair turned back and asked out of the blue.

"Oh yeah," Wesley replied, meeting her eyes.

"Well, good." 'Our kids won't go hungry then, ' Blair thought to herself.

By the time dinner was ready, Wesley was watching TV on the couch in the living room. He had a good view of the kitchen from the couch, so he could keep an eye on her that way.

Blair had cooked several dishes, including vegetables and meat dishes. She carried them to the dining room. There was also congee with lean pork and century eggs. The last thing she brought to the table was a stack of pancakes.

Blair ladled two bowls of congee and waved to Wesley with a smile. "Dinner's ready. Come and eat."

Wesley said, "I don't—"

"That's a lot of food. How am I supposed to eat it all? Come on, let's not waste it." Blair interrupted him. She knew he was going to refuse, so she didn't give him the chance to say it.

dining room. "Alright," he said after taking a seat at the

Blair replied with a

all kinds of dishes. Wesley was a soldier, as efficient at eating as he was at his duties.

plenty left. I can't finish it," said Blair, feeling embarrassed. She wasn't lying. Each plate was still half

hungry, and that he hadn't eaten like this in a long time. She cooked

kitchen. When he heard what she said, he sat back in his seat. "It's

few more bites, she put down her chopsticks and announced,

served himself another bowl of congee and ate everything

his back to her. Watching him thoughtfully, she asked, "Do you have a

he answered simply, without the slightest hesitation

"Do you want one?"

my butt off every day. I don't have time, '

there... anyone

just don't think about

blunt that for a moment Blair didn't know

was starting to feel embarrassed. "Sooo..." Then she paused, playing with her hair. "What kind of girl do you like?" The

"I've never thought about it." 'Women all

quietly towards the kitchen. Wesley knew she was approaching the second she had started doing it. He went on washing

the door to the kitchen, knocked and asked in

around, looking at the

head with embarrassment. "We're both single, so why don't

"I don't think so." 'I need to stay away. I don't have

incensed, humiliated.

near the sink. It was a combination of cooking oil, dish soap,

slippers. Once she stepped in

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