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?"

he added, "I'll be pretty busy from now on. So I

the bedroom,

and hers was Bless.

thinking that judging from their usernames, one might think they

know the password to your apartment. Mine's 1104. You might need it one

door, Blair asked,

his phone away and gave her a confused look.

your phone password. And it's the code to your apartment. Now that you like her that much, why not tell her and make her your girlfriend? What are you waiting for?

came his warning.

"Let me guess: you use her birthday

around to enter

not related, why not make her your fiancee? She might be too young

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

door, held the back

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

me!' Wesley was

her ear, "So quit talking like that, or it won't be

kind of punishment did you

think

I'll make

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

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

closed door, Wesley smiled, amused by her

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

And he was right. There was the

the cabinet and looked inside. Just then, the doorbell

bag again. Was