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?"

Blair could say anything, he added, "I'll be pretty busy from now on.

bedroom, and they friended

username was Wes, and hers

help thinking that

know the password to your apartment. Mine's 1104. You

Blair asked,

phone away and

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

came his

me guess: you use her birthday

to enter his

and you're not related, why not make her your fiancee?

was when it hit him—Blair misunderstood his

her, pressed her against the door, held the back of her head in his

It 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, he managed to think of her less

happening? He's kissing me!' Wesley was still in control, so it wasn't a long

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

"What kind of punishment did you have in mind?"

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

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

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

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

closed door, Wesley

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 the

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

and looked inside. Just then,

glanced at the bag again. Was she trying to