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

phone from the bedroom, and they friended

Wes, and hers was Bless.

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

Mine's 1104. You might need

birthday again.' Leaning on the door, Blair asked,

put his phone away and gave

like her that much, why not tell her and make her your girlfriend? What are you waiting

came his

me guess: you use her birthday as

to

her your fiancee? She might

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

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

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 to forget it by burying himself in his work. Over time, he managed to think of her less

action. 'Wh-what's happening? He's kissing me!' Wesley was still in control, so it wasn't a long

quit talking

asked, "What kind of punishment did you have in mind?" She didn't think of this as

this. 'I think she's enjoying

her hands away and stressed, "Next time, I'll make you do a 5k run

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

liked him, but she

door, Wesley smiled, amused by her

his bedroom, closing the door behind him. But soon something occurred

right. There was the bag Blair had brought

it out of the cabinet and looked

the bag again. Was she trying to