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

the way he expected the conversation to go. He took a few steps

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

was still trying to defuse the situation, and still stunned

Wesley lapsed into shocked

no taking

wasn't right. He raised his head and saw Blair

chief said he didn't like me,"

know he doesn't like me."

asked with the utmost care.

remained

He probably has his pick. Are a lot of women into

yeah. Don't get upset. He doesn't really date anyone.

no different from any other woman, at least where he's concerned. Hey, Talbot. Do you like

her hand. "Let me make it. I slice, I dice, but wait, there's more,"

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

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

no! You're still sick. Your arm is hurt, and you shouldn't overextend yourself. I'll make

the chopsticks into the sink heavily, spilling water on

at the angry man at the same time. While holding half of the apple, Talbot asked his superior innocently, "What's going

the running water and

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

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 need your rest!" he spat. Then he picked the apple up, walked to the refrigerator and took out several other varieties of fruit.

couldn't figure out the reason he was

'Poor Talbot!

top constantly. He cooked and cleaned, and now he

fruit platter 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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