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

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

and hers was Bless.

names rhymed and even looked similar. Blair couldn't help thinking that judging from their

Mine's 1104. You might need

Leaning on the door, Blair asked, "Do you

away and

is your phone password. And it's the code to your apartment. Now that you like her that much, why not

came his

smiled. "Let me guess: you use her birthday

Wesley turned around to

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

Megan?' Wesley frowned. That was when it hit him—Blair misunderstood

pressed her against the door, held the back of her

time afterwards, he dreamed of it every night; her scent, her sweetness, her softness. He tried to forget

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

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

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

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

I'll make

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

She liked him, but she

closed door, Wesley smiled,

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

of the cabinets. And he was right. There was the bag Blair had brought here.

took it out of the cabinet and looked inside. Just then, the doorbell

the bag again. Was she trying