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?"

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

grabbed her phone from the bedroom, and they friended each

Wes, and hers was

thinking that

password to your apartment. Mine's

again.' Leaning on the door, Blair asked, "Do

and gave

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

his

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

around to enter his

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

frowned. That was when it hit him—Blair misunderstood his relationship

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

been wonderful, and for a long time afterwards, he dreamed of it every night; her scent, her sweetness, her softness. He tried

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

letting her go, he warned in her ear, "So quit talking like that, or

kind of punishment did you have in mind?" She

realize this. 'I think she's

I'll make you do a 5k run with a

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

but she wouldn't risk

door, Wesley smiled,

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

And he was right. There was the

of the cabinet and looked inside. Just then,

glanced at the bag again. Was she trying