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?"

from now on. So I might need help taking care

from the bedroom, and they

Wes, and hers

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

to your apartment. Mine's 1104. You

Blair asked, "Do you

phone away and gave her a confused

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

his

"Let me guess: you use her birthday

to

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

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

strode over to her, pressed her against the door, held the back

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 time, he managed to think of her

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

warned in her ear, "So quit

waist and asked, "What kind of punishment did you have in mind?" She

to realize this. 'I think she's

make you do a 5k run

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

She liked him, but she wouldn't risk her life

Wesley smiled, amused by her reaction.

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

opened one of the cabinets. And he was right.

cabinet and looked inside.

bag again. Was she trying to