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 now on. So I might need help taking care

her phone from the bedroom, and they friended each other on WeChat.

Wes, and hers

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

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

Leaning on the door, Blair

put his phone away and gave

password. And it's the code to your apartment. Now that you like her that much, why not

came his

use her birthday

turned around to enter his apartment.

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

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

her against the door, held the back of

her scent, her sweetness, her softness. He tried to forget it by burying himself in his work. Over time, he managed to think of

by his sudden decisive action. 'Wh-what's happening? He's kissing me!' Wesley was still in control, so it

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

She suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist and asked, "What kind of punishment did you have in mind?" She didn't think of this as a punishment, but rather

'I think she's

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

ran into her apartment and locked the door.

but she wouldn't risk her life to

at the closed door, Wesley smiled,

to his own apartment and went into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. But soon something occurred to him. He opened the door and walked into

of the cabinets. And he was right. There was the bag Blair had brought

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

at the bag again. Was she trying to get it