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

Blair grabbed her phone from the bedroom, and they friended

Wes, and hers was Bless.

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

to your apartment. Mine's 1104.

the door, Blair asked,

his phone away and gave her

that you like

his

her birthday as a PIN for

Wesley turned around to enter his apartment.

fiancee? She

hit him—Blair misunderstood his relationship with Megan. It irritated him.

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

afterwards, he dreamed of it every night; her scent, her

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

letting her go, he warned in her ear, "So quit talking like that, or it won't be

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

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

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

into her apartment and locked

him, but she wouldn't risk her life to chase

door, Wesley smiled, amused by

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

was right. There was the bag Blair had brought

took it out of the cabinet and looked

glanced at the bag again. Was she trying to get it