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."

a murderous look on his face, his

steps back, murmuring in a low voice, "Hey, hey. I'll drop it, okay?

Wesley said those words, Blair happened to walk past the kitchen. "Hey, who were you guys talking about?" she asked casually.

situation, and still stunned at

lapsed

was no taking that one

realized something wasn't right. He raised his

said he didn't

I know he doesn't like me." 'He made that pretty clear,

asked with the

Wesley remained

the one with the crush. He probably has his pick. Are a lot of women into

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

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

it. I slice, I dice, but wait, there's more," he said, mocking

to woo her. He thought

not disabled. You already cooked dinner," Blair argued and took the apple

You're still sick. Your arm is hurt, and you shouldn't overextend yourself. I'll

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

who 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,

his hands under the running water and ordered, "You,

answered by instinct. He let go

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 well, and you need your rest!" he spat. Then he picked the apple up, walked to the refrigerator and took out

he angry? Why?' Blair really couldn't figure out

'Poor Talbot!

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

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

even remove the