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."

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

a few steps back, murmuring in a low voice, "Hey, hey. I'll drop it, okay? You don't like

walk past the kitchen. "Hey, who were you

and still stunned

Wesley lapsed

taking

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

meant me. Our chief said he didn't

and patted his shoulder. "It's fine. I know he doesn't like me." 'He

Talbot asked with

Wesley remained silent.

probably has his pick. Are

nodded. "Oh yeah. Don't get upset. He doesn't really date anyone. We're

other woman, at least where he's concerned. Hey, Talbot. Do you like fruit? I'm putting together a fruit plate," she offered and opened the

mop away and took the apple from her hand. "Let me make it. I slice, I dice, but wait, there's more,"

decided to woo her. He thought

disabled. You already cooked dinner," Blair argued and

you shouldn't overextend yourself. I'll make it,"

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

the angry 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 ordered,

instinct. He let go of

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

figure out the reason he

'Poor Talbot!

his top constantly. He cooked and cleaned,

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

didn't even remove the cantaloupe

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