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."

look on his face, his hands balled into fists. Talbot steeled himself in case Wesley tried to swing at

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 like

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

to defuse the situation, and still stunned

lapsed into shocked silence.

taking

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

you. I meant me. Our chief said he

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

already know?" Talbot asked with the utmost care.

Wesley remained silent.

with the crush. He probably has

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

at least where he's concerned. Hey, Talbot. Do you like fruit? I'm putting together a fruit plate,"

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 woo her. He thought he

disabled. You already cooked dinner,"

still sick. Your arm is hurt, and you

even say another word, Wesley threw the chopsticks into the sink heavily,

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

washed his hands under the running water and

answered by instinct. He let go of the

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

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

'Poor Talbot!

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

twitched. He simply had no cutting skills at all! The apple was simply cut in half. The dragon fruit was in

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