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."

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

a few steps back, murmuring in a low voice,

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

was still trying to defuse the situation, and still stunned

and Wesley lapsed into shocked

was no taking

something wasn't right. He raised his head and saw Blair standing at the

me. Our chief said he didn't like

shoulder. "It's fine. I know he doesn't like me." 'He made that pretty clear, ' she thought,

already know?" Talbot asked with the

Wesley remained silent.

has his pick. Are a lot

Wesley weren't right there. Talbot nodded. "Oh yeah. Don't get upset. He doesn't really date anyone. We're used to

Hey, Talbot. Do you like fruit?

put the 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. Blair laughed in delight at

had no feelings for Blair, Talbot decided to

You already cooked dinner," Blair argued and took the apple

Your arm is hurt, and you shouldn't overextend yourself. I'll make it,"

another word, Wesley threw the chopsticks

to look at the angry man at the same

under the running water and

Chief!" Talbot answered by instinct. He let go of

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

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

'Poor Talbot!

commanding officer blowing his top constantly. He cooked

brought the fruit platter out to the table. But when Blair saw it, her face twitched. He simply had no cutting skills at all! The apple

even remove the cantaloupe seeds.