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?"

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

from the bedroom, and

and hers

looked similar. Blair couldn't help thinking that judging from their usernames, one might think they

the password to your apartment. Mine's

door, Blair asked, "Do

and

phone password. And it's the code to your apartment. Now that you like her that

his warning.

use her birthday as

Wesley turned around to

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

it hit him—Blair misunderstood his relationship with

the 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,

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

quit talking like that,

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

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

pried her hands away and stressed, "Next time, I'll make you do a 5k run with a

that, Blair turned around, ran into her apartment and locked the door. She leaned

but she wouldn't risk her life

the closed door, Wesley

the door behind him. But soon something occurred to him. He opened the door and walked into the

he was right. There was

and looked inside. Just then, the doorbell rang.

the bag again. Was she trying