Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

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.

walked to the dining room. "Alright," he said after taking a seat at the dining table. "But don't do this

Blair replied with a smile.

an excellent cook. She could cook all kinds of dishes. Wesley was a soldier, as efficient at eating as he was at his duties. Blair wasn't even full, but he was already done and put

Blair, feeling embarrassed.

like this in a long time. She

was going to bring his bowl and chopsticks to the kitchen. When he heard what she

tiny appetite. After a few more bites, she

himself another bowl of congee and ate everything that was left

did the dishes while Blair cleared the table. He had his back

he answered simply, without the

"Do you want one?"

off every day. I don't have time,

there... anyone

'I just don't think

moment Blair didn't know what to say

"Sooo..." Then she paused, playing with her hair. "What kind of girl do you like?" The girl blushed. There was no way she could have looked him in the

never thought about it." 'Women all look the

towards the kitchen. Wesley knew she was approaching the second

leaned on the door to the kitchen, knocked

around, looking at the blushing woman.

bowed her head with embarrassment. "We're both single, so why don't we go

Wesley heard her clearly. He turned around and continued busying himself with the dishes. "I don't think so." 'I need to stay away. I don't have time for her. It wouldn't

incensed,

fists clenched, intending to kick him out. Water had puddled on the floor near the sink. It was a

she stepped in the puddle,