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?"

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

the bedroom, and they friended each

username was Wes, and hers

help thinking

know the password to your apartment. Mine's 1104. You

birthday again.' Leaning on the door, Blair asked, "Do you like... Megan

phone away and gave her

that you like her that

his warning.

me guess: you use her birthday

to enter his apartment.

her and you're not related, why not make her your fiancee? She might be too

That was when it hit him—Blair misunderstood his

back of her head in his hand, and kissed her

kissed her in her apartment last time. It had been wonderful, and for a long time afterwards, he dreamed of it every night; her scent, her sweetness, her softness. He tried

happening? He's kissing me!' Wesley was still in control, so

ear, "So quit talking like that, or it

arms around his waist and asked, "What kind of punishment did you

to realize this. 'I think she's enjoying this,

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

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

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

the closed door, Wesley smiled, amused by

behind him. But soon something occurred to him. He opened the door and

And he was right. There was the bag Blair

cabinet and looked

glanced at the bag again. Was she trying to get it