Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"Get out of here," Talbot said in a teasing tone. "I'm used to working my magic alone." He flashed Blair a disarming smile.

"Okay. I'll leave you alone. Call me if you need me," Blair offered.

"Sure."

After leaving the kitchen, Blair returned to her bedroom and began to clean. She straightened the furniture, dusted around the trim, and smoothed out the covers on her bed.

By the time she was done, Wesley still hadn't arrived. She sat on the sofa, watching TV to kill time. After a while, the doorbell rang.

She sprang up from the sofa and made her way to the door. Wesley had just had a shower and looked quite fresh. Blair pouted and complained, "I thought you were going to cook for me."

Casting a casual glance at Talbot, who was busy cooking in the kitchen, Wesley said indifferently, "You get fed either way. What's the difference?"

'I want to taste your cooking. That's the difference, ' Blair thought to herself.

Noticing a dash of disappointment flashing through her eyes, Wesley explained, "I'm so bad I can burn water. Talbot's a top-flight cook. He won first place in a competition last year." What he said was true. Although he knew how to cook, the food he cooked could only be described as edible, far from delicious.

Blair was still recovering from a fever. Talbot had learned how to cook ideal meals for patients and people getting over illnesses. He had done it for his father more than a few times.

That was why Wesley had asked him to cook for Blair.

"Got it," Blair nodded, but her expression showed that she was not convinced. 'He didn't want to cook for me, and even found a lame excuse.'

Wesley could tell that she didn't buy his explanation, but decided not to push the issue. He went to the kitchen to see if he could help Talbot, but the cook drove him out too.

Seeing that Blair was watching TV, Wesley came over and sat next to her, pulling out his phone to play a game.

Within two minutes, his phone started ringing. Blair couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, wondering, 'It's late. I wonder who that is. A coworker or a friend?'

Wesley stood up and walked toward the balcony, phone to his ear. Blair heard him say, "Hi, Megan."

'Megan? Who? Sounds like a girl's name. Is that his girlfriend?

the girl I met at his apartment the

of this, Blair put on her slippers and ran toward the kitchen to get some answers. In the kitchen, Talbot had already finished prep, and was about to

Blair said cheerfully.

turned to look at

call me Miss Jing. It's

right, Blair!" Talbot gave her

that Wesley would hear her, Blair whispered

Why do you ask?"

her

a foster kid. Mr. Huo and our chief are her guardians. They've been really nice to her. Almost everyone in the

her head; she knew nothing about the

for Carlos' information

pretty cute. Our chief

high school. I think I met her,

adores her.' Blair was green

stewed beef and reached out his hand. "Try it. I found this at

it in her mouth. After finishing it, she smiled from

turned on the gas burner and

room, he found Blair was not there. He looked all around until his gaze fell on the kitchen. He happened to see Talbot handing Blair a piece of beef. They were

and woman, wondering, 'He kicked me out. Why not

the more agitated he became. He went out to the balcony again, lit

saw Wesley out there,

down on the sofa and played on her phone.

entered the living room and walked past Blair. Smelling the tobacco, she called out,

and then sat beside her.

have feelings for anyone?" But on second thought, she decided not

changed the subject. "Do you use WeChat?"

going to ask, but he decided not to worry

thought. "Then how do you talk to your friends?" she

or calling,"