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."

He had a murderous look on his face, his hands balled into fists. Talbot

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? You don't

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

trying to defuse the situation, and still stunned at Wesley's reaction.

lapsed

taking that one back.

word, he realized something wasn't right. He raised his head and saw Blair

said he didn't like me," Talbot

shoulder. "It's fine. I know he doesn't like me." 'He made

already know?" Talbot asked with the utmost care.

Wesley remained silent.

has his pick.

as if Wesley weren't right there. Talbot nodded. "Oh yeah.

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

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.

Talbot decided to woo

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

You're still sick. Your arm is hurt, and you shouldn't overextend

could even say another word, Wesley threw the chopsticks into the

apple turned to look at the angry man at the same time. While holding half of the apple,

under the running water and ordered, "You, wash

Chief!" Talbot answered by instinct. He let

pick it up, but Wesley turned his foot sideways and kept it from rolling further. "Get out! You're not well,

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

'Poor Talbot!

has to worry about his commanding officer blowing his top constantly. He cooked

He simply had no cutting skills at all! The apple

didn't even remove the cantaloupe seeds.

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