Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"Blair..." Wesley's voice was hoarse, still clearly heard in the quiet ward.

Blair was busy entering the password to her laptop. She paused and wondered if she was hearing things. Was Wesley calling her name?

As if knowing what was on her mind, he croaked her name again. "Blair..."

It was Wesley! She stood up from her chair abruptly, almost knocking it over, and rushed to his bedside. When her eyes met his, Blair was thrilled. "You...you're awake!" she exclaimed.

"Mmm hmm." He was as taciturn as usual.

Blair immediately pressed the nurse-call button. Seconds after she did this, the attending doctor was in the ward to give him a thorough check-up. While the doctor was checking on Wesley, she called Cecelia, who stayed in her and Wesley's apartment. She needed to hear the good news.

After the exam, the doctor said that Wesley was out of danger. All he needed was to have enough rest and eat some nutritious food.

The news that Wesley had woken up got out. He had more visitors now than when he'd been in a coma.

Whenever people came to his bedside, Blair would remain quiet, busy taking care of Wesley as if she were a nurse.

And when Cecelia came to take care of Wesley so that Blair could get some rest, Blair would leave the hospital. Wesley didn't have a chance to say a word to her.

Every day, Wesley's ward was overcrowded with flowers, fruits, supplements and various kinds of gifts. They ran out of room on the tables, and things were now being stacked on chairs or even on the floor. There were far too many well-wishers, too. He found dealing with these people really exhausting.

Three days later, he finally put his foot down and told his friends to stop coming to visit. He was happy when he did that—he finally got some peace and quiet, and was able to rest as per doctor's orders.

More importantly, he finally got the chance to talk to Blair. She was sitting at the bedside, peeling an apple. "Blair..." he ventured.

knife to the apple, but didn't

do you..." He

was really rare for him to behave like this. Blair waited for a bit, but didn't hear anything more, so she raised

of him the whole time. When people came to visit him, she would hide.

She lowered her head to keep on peeling the

girlfriend. So why should I complain? But don't worry. I'll take care of you. It's the least

to repay me? Not because she cares? Maybe I misread things,

that she wasn't happy. She kept her calm, betraying no emotion on her face, but somehow he knew she was angry. In the past, she

had opened his eyes, she hadn't

the apple, she de-cored it, and cut it into wedges. After that, she put the slices on a plate and placed it on the bed table before

at the apple and then asked, "Why not blame me?" 'She probably knows that I got injured for Megan. And she hates Megan a lot, ' he

blame you?" 'Now he's being silly.

needs a way to repay

the reason why she was mad.

truth was, she was

would give his

the same for me?'

held her hand in his. "We kicked everyone's ass. No more bandits. Megan's safe now,"

his hand and

if she weren't involved, he would still take on those thugs. He was a soldier, after all.

he got hurt for Megan.' Jealousy flooded

but what if she pisses somebody else off? You'll have to protect her, right? After all, she's your responsibility," she said bitterly. It was not that she was telling him to leave Megan to her own devices. But she really felt bad for Wesley and Carlos. The two of them had risked their lives to protect Megan, but the bitch didn't appreciate it

because she was right. Protecting Megan