Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

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."

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

way he expected the conversation to go. He took a few steps back, murmuring in a low voice, "Hey, hey. I'll drop

Blair happened to walk past the kitchen. "Hey, who

still trying to defuse the situation, and still stunned

lapsed

was no taking that one back.

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

I meant me. Our chief said he didn't like me,"

I know he doesn't like me." 'He

know?" Talbot asked with

remained

probably has his pick. Are a

weren't right there. Talbot nodded. "Oh yeah. Don't get upset.

concerned. Hey, Talbot. Do you like fruit? I'm putting together a fruit plate," she offered

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

Wesley had no feelings for Blair, Talbot decided to woo her.

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

still sick. Your arm is hurt, and you shouldn't overextend yourself. I'll

Blair could even say another word, Wesley threw the chopsticks into the sink heavily, spilling water on the

to look at the angry man at the same time. While holding half of the apple, Talbot asked his

the running water

instinct. He

rolling in Wesley's direction. She was about to pick it up, but Wesley turned his foot sideways and kept it from rolling further. "Get out! You're not well, and you

couldn't figure out the

'Poor Talbot!

his commanding officer blowing his top constantly. He cooked and cleaned, and now he

out to the table. But when Blair saw it, her face twitched. He simply had no cutting skills at all! The apple was simply cut in half.

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