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?

girl I met at his apartment

put on her slippers and ran toward the kitchen to get some answers. In the

said cheerfully.

Jing. Dinner's not ready yet." Talbot turned to look at her and saw that she closed

call me Miss Jing. It's

gave her a

would hear her, Blair whispered

Why do

her best

"She's a foster kid. Mr. Huo and our chief are her guardians. They've been really nice to her. Almost everyone in the city knows that

head; she knew nothing about the

the other day. After she had come back, she had searched for Carlos' information online, but found nothing. It was her classmate who

pretty cute. Our chief and Mr.

high school. I think I met her, then,

adores her.' Blair was green

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

put it in her mouth. After finishing it, she smiled from ear to ear and praised, "That

gas burner and the

around until his gaze fell on the kitchen. He happened to see

and woman, wondering, 'He kicked me out. Why

more he thought about it, the more agitated he became. He went out to the

Wesley out

the sofa and played on her phone.

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

at her and then sat beside her.

"Do you have feelings for anyone?" But on second thought, she decided not to ask. She didn't really want to know, especially

the subject. "Do you use

knew that wasn't what she was going to ask, but he decided not to worry

thought. "Then how do you talk to your

calling," he