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?"

busy from now on. So I might need help taking care of my

her phone from the bedroom, and they friended each other

Wes, and hers was

couldn't help thinking that judging from their usernames, one might think they

your apartment. Mine's 1104. You might need it one

birthday again.' Leaning on the door, Blair asked,

away and gave her a confused

code to your apartment. Now that you like her that much, why not

came his warning.

her birthday as a PIN for your

Wesley turned around to enter his apartment.

fiancee? She might be too young now, but when

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

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

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 time,

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

her ear, "So quit talking like that,

kiss?' Her eyes lit up. She suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist and asked, "What kind of punishment did you have in mind?" She didn't

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

I'll make you do a

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

him, but she wouldn't risk her life to

Wesley

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

was right. There was

the cabinet and

bag again. Was she trying to get it back?