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."

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

few steps back, murmuring in a low

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

stunned at Wesley's reaction. Without a

and Wesley lapsed into

was no taking that one

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

I meant me. Our chief said he didn't like me," Talbot said

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

asked with

remained

one with the crush. He probably has

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

I'm no different from any 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

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

decided to woo her.

I'm not disabled. You already cooked dinner," Blair argued

You're still sick. Your arm is hurt, and you

Wesley threw the chopsticks into the

were fighting for the apple turned to look at the angry man at the same time. While holding half of the apple, Talbot asked his superior innocently, "What's going on,

washed his hands under the running

by instinct. He let go of the apple.

a good hold on it either, and it dropped 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 not

really couldn't figure out the reason he was so hostile.

'Poor Talbot!

He cooked and cleaned, and now he still has to do the

the table. But when Blair saw it, her face twitched. He simply had no cutting skills

remove the cantaloupe