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."

out, "I don't like her!" He had a murderous look on his face, his hands balled into fists. Talbot steeled himself in case Wesley

a few steps back, murmuring in a low voice,

those words, Blair happened to walk past the kitchen. "Hey, who were you guys talking

was still trying to defuse the situation, and still stunned at

and Wesley lapsed into

no taking that

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

said he didn't like me," Talbot said

he doesn't like me." 'He made that

already know?" Talbot asked with

remained silent.

crush. He probably has his pick. Are a

Wesley weren't right there. Talbot nodded. "Oh yeah. Don't get upset. He doesn't really date

Hey, Talbot. Do you like fruit? I'm putting together a

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. Blair laughed in

feelings for Blair, Talbot decided to woo her. He thought he might have

cooked dinner," Blair argued and took the apple

hurt, and you shouldn't overextend

another word, Wesley threw the chopsticks into the sink heavily, spilling water on the

the angry man at the same time. While holding half of

the running water and ordered, "You, wash

instinct. He let

it either, and it dropped onto the floor, 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

Blair really couldn't figure out the reason he was so

'Poor Talbot!

his top constantly. He cooked and cleaned, and now he still has to do

He simply had no cutting skills at all! The apple was simply cut

even remove the cantaloupe