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

grabbed her phone from the bedroom,

was Wes, and

names rhymed and even looked similar. Blair couldn't help thinking

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

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

and gave her

like her that much, why not

came his warning.

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

Wesley turned around to enter

like her and you're not related, why not make her your fiancee? She might

was when it hit him—Blair misunderstood his relationship with Megan. It

her against the door, held the back of her head in

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

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

go, he warned in her ear, "So quit talking

eyes lit up. She suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist and asked, "What kind of punishment did you have in mind?" She

'I think

hands away and stressed, "Next time, I'll make you do

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

run would kill her. She liked him, but she wouldn't risk her life to chase

at the closed door, Wesley smiled, amused by her

closing the door behind him.

cabinets. And he was right. There was the bag

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

bag again. Was she