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?"

pretty busy from now on. So I might need

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

username was Wes, and hers was

similar. Blair couldn't help thinking that judging from

to your apartment. Mine's 1104. You might

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

put his phone away and gave

apartment. Now that you like her

came his

me guess: you use her birthday as a PIN

Wesley turned around to enter

you like her and you're not related, why not make her your fiancee? She might be too young now, but when

it hit him—Blair misunderstood his relationship with

door, held the back of her head in his hand, and kissed her passionately on the lips.

had 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 to forget it by burying himself in his work. Over

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

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

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

think she's enjoying this, ' he thought.

make you do a 5k run with a

her apartment and locked the door. She leaned her back against it, panting

liked him, but she wouldn't risk

closed door, Wesley smiled, amused

closing the door behind him. But soon something

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

of the cabinet and

bag again. Was she trying to get it