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.

to the apple, but

you..." He stopped

rare for him to behave like this. Blair waited for a bit, but didn't hear

learned from his mom that Blair had been taking care of him the whole time. When people came to visit him, she would hide.

head to

complain? But don't worry. I'll take care of you. It's the least I can do after

me? Not because she

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 always had a

was expressionless. Since he had opened

and cut it into wedges. After that, she put the

the apple and then asked, "Why not blame me?" 'She probably knows that

really hilarious. "Why should I blame you?" 'Now he's being silly. Blame

Carlos and Wesley. He needs a

knew she was mad at him, and she knew the reason why she

truth was, she was

would give his life

he do the same for

a glimpse of sadness in her eyes and held her hand in his. "We kicked everyone's ass. No more bandits. Megan's safe

looked at his hand and asked,

completely for Megan's sake. Even if

hurt for Megan.'

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

retort because she was right. Protecting