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?"

be pretty busy from now on. So I might need help taking care

grabbed her phone from the bedroom, and they friended each other on

Wes, and

Blair couldn't help thinking that judging from their usernames, one might think they were

the password to your apartment. Mine's

on the door, Blair asked,

and gave her a

like her that much, why not tell her and make

his

smiled. "Let me guess: you use her birthday as

turned around to enter his apartment.

not make her your fiancee? She might be too

Megan?' Wesley frowned. That was when it hit him—Blair misunderstood his relationship with Megan. It

over to her, pressed her against the door, held the back of

night; her scent, her sweetness, her softness. He tried to forget it by burying himself in his work. Over time, he managed

was startled by his sudden decisive action. 'Wh-what's happening? He's kissing me!' Wesley

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

her arms around his waist and asked, "What kind

think she's enjoying this,

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

that, Blair turned around, ran into her apartment and locked the door. She leaned her back against

She liked him, but

the closed door, Wesley smiled, amused

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

opened one of the cabinets. And he was right. There was the bag Blair had brought

the cabinet and

again. Was she trying to get it