Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Blair's head was spinning. When she could finally think clearly, she found herself sitting at the table already.

The dishes on the table remained untouched. Megan sat on the couch, playing games on her phone. Seeing Wesley and Blair were back already, she put her phone away and stood up.

"Where did you go? I'm starving. Let's eat," Megan said pouting as she sat opposite Blair.

Blair smiled. "I took a walk." She was surprised to know that Wesley and Megan hadn't eaten yet. 'Was he waiting for me, then?'

Wesley took the seat next to her and threw her a pair of chopsticks. "Here. Eat."

Blair picked up the chopsticks and tried a couple pieces of tofu. The dinner was already cold.

"I'll heat these up," she said as she stood up.

Wesley dragged her back into her seat with one hand. "It's not too cold. Don't go to the trouble. Just eat."

The heat had been turned on, so the dishes were just room temperature. Blair sat back.

After taking a couple bites, Megan complained, "The beef bone broth is cold. Uncle Wesley, can you warm it up for me? It might cause a tummy ache if we eat it cold."

"Okay." Wesley dropped his chopsticks and walked into the kitchen, carrying the beef bone broth.

Blair gaped at him. 'He just said the dishes weren't that cold.'

After dinner, the three of them left Wesley's place together. Wesley was going to drive Megan home, and Blair went back to her own apartment.

When the doorbell rang, Blair was relaxing, reading on the bed after a comfortable shower. She jogged to the door. It was Wesley. He had just come back home.

He was holding his phone in his hands. "What's your WeChat account?"

say anything, he added, "I'll be pretty busy from now on. So I might need help taking

phone from the bedroom, and they friended

and hers was Bless.

Blair couldn't help thinking that judging from their usernames, one

apartment. Mine's 1104. You

Blair asked, "Do you like... Megan that

his phone away and gave

your apartment. Now that you like her that much, why not tell her and make her

his warning.

use her birthday as

turned around to enter his

not related, why not make her your fiancee? She might be too young now, but when she's old enough, you can

hit him—Blair misunderstood

to her, pressed her against the door, held the back of her head in his hand,

for a long time afterwards, he dreamed of it every night; her scent, her sweetness, her softness. He tried to forget it by burying himself in

me!' Wesley was still in control, so it wasn't a long kiss.

go, he warned in her ear, "So quit talking like that, or it won't be just a

waist and asked, "What kind of punishment did you

'I think

pried her hands away and stressed, "Next time, I'll make

and locked the

kill her. She liked him, but she wouldn't risk her life

closed door, Wesley smiled,

into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. But soon something occurred to him. He opened the door and

right. There was the bag Blair

cabinet and looked inside. Just then, the doorbell rang.

at the bag again. Was