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."

spat out, "I don't like her!" He had a murderous look on his face, his hands balled into fists. Talbot steeled himself in case Wesley tried to

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

past the kitchen. "Hey, who were you

defuse the situation, and still stunned at Wesley's reaction. Without

lapsed into shocked

was no taking that one back.

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

said

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

asked with

remained

probably has his pick. Are a lot of

"Oh yeah. Don't get upset. He doesn't

Hey, Talbot. Do you like fruit? I'm putting together a fruit plate," she offered and opened the

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. Blair laughed in delight at his wit.

no feelings for Blair, Talbot decided to woo her.

You already cooked dinner," Blair argued and took

sick. Your arm is hurt, and you shouldn't overextend yourself. I'll make it," Talbot said

the chopsticks into the

two who were fighting for the apple turned to look at the angry man at the same time. While holding half of the

hands under the running water and ordered,

instinct. He let go

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.

Blair really couldn't figure out the reason he was

'Poor Talbot!

commanding officer blowing his top constantly. He cooked and cleaned, and now he still

Wesley brought the fruit platter out to the table. But when Blair saw it, her face twitched. He simply had no cutting skills

even remove