Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chapter 550 A Wuss

Blair could only watch helplessly as Wesley put his phone back in his pocket.

It wasn't long after that Talbot finished cooking. When he walked out of the kitchen with a plate of food, an awkward silence hung between Blair and Wesley. But he was too slow to realize it. "Come and get it!"

Wesley shot to his feet first and went to the kitchen to help Talbot set the table.

Blair followed him and began to ladle porridge for them.

Just as she picked up the ladle, someone stopped her. "You scalded your arm, remember? Let me do it," said Wesley.

He took the ladle away from her without a second thought and began to dish it out into the bowls.

Blair shrugged and sat at the dining room table, waiting for the two.

Talbot's cooking skills were amazing, like he said. Blair raved about the dishes, telling him what a terrific cook he was.

The cook, however, blushed. He tried to change the topic. "Have some more. Try this Chinese yam. Easy on the stomach and good for healing."

Blair nodded. "Thanks, Talbot." After she ate it, she exclaimed, "Wow! That's really sweet!"

"Of course! I picked it myself. Hey, you know how to pick Chinese yams?" Blair shook her head, so Talbot continued, "Make sure they're firm all the way around, and the skin isn't all wrinkled. And you don't want any cracks in it, either." It was obvious he was passionate about the subject.

Wesley, who kept silent all this time, watched Talbot continue to heap food onto Blair's plate while the two laughed happily. As time went by, anger rose in his heart.

After dinner, Blair sat on the sofa to get some rest.

Talbot cleaned up, while Wesley washed the dishes.

Talbot came over to Wesley and whispered in his ear, "What's going on, Chief? Yeah, I saw you at dinner. You sure there's nothing between you and her?"

Wesley cast a scornful glance at him and asked in reply, "What's it to you?"

Talbot scratched the back of his head and gave him a shy smile. "I figured I'd ask her out. But if you like her, I'll back off."

spat out, "I don't like her!" He had a murderous look on his

was not the way he expected the conversation to go. He took a few steps back, murmuring in a low voice, "Hey, hey. I'll drop it, okay?

the kitchen. "Hey, who were you guys talking about?"

still stunned

lapsed into

no taking

word, he realized something wasn't right. He raised his head and saw Blair standing at the door to the

said

know he doesn't like me." 'He made that pretty clear, ' she thought, sad and

know?" Talbot asked with the utmost care.

remained silent.

the crush. He probably has his

nodded. "Oh yeah. Don't get upset. He doesn't really date

no different from any other woman, at least where he's concerned. Hey, Talbot. Do you like fruit? I'm putting together a

mop away and took the apple from her hand. "Let me make it. I slice, I dice, but wait, there's more," he said, mocking the knife commercials.

no feelings for Blair, Talbot decided to woo her. He thought he might have a

I'm not disabled. You already cooked dinner," Blair argued and took the apple

is hurt, and you shouldn't overextend yourself. I'll make

word, Wesley threw the chopsticks into the sink

the same time. While holding half of

the running water and

Talbot answered by instinct. He let go of

but Wesley turned his foot sideways and kept it from rolling further. "Get out! You're not well, and you need your rest!" he spat. Then he picked

Blair really couldn't figure out

'Poor Talbot!

top constantly. He cooked and cleaned, and now

twitched. He simply had no cutting skills

even remove the

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