Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The girl was Megan.

When she saw Blair and Wesley walk out of the elevator together, she was taken aback at first, and then she squeezed out some tears and ran into Wesley's arms, weeping.

Wesley was concerned. "What's the matter?" he asked tenderly.

"I think someone is still stalking me."

Wesley turned towards the other side of the hallway. Seeing what he was doing, Blair turned her head too. Two bodyguards stood there. Noticing Wesley was staring at them, one of them walked over. "They were gangsters, Mr. Li. They followed us all the way here. Mr. Huo is still out of the country."

While they were talking, Blair placed her finger on the fingerprint scanner. With a beep, the door was unlocked, and she pushed it open and walked in sullenly.

When she closed the door, she could still hear Wesley discussing the stalkers in the hallway.

She turned the lights on, changed into slippers, and walked into the kitchen.

It was only when she opened the fridge that it occurred to her that she had forgotten to go to the grocery store. The fridge itself was pretty bare. There were only a few tomatoes sitting in there. She checked the cabinet and could only find two packages of instant noodles.

It seemed instant noodles would be the only thing on the menu tonight.

She tossed a packet of instant noodles onto the top of the counter and walked into the bedroom to get changed.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Who could that be?

It couldn't be Wesley. He was comforting his sad, terrified niece.

Blair peeked through the cat's eye and saw Wesley standing outside, looking a little impatient. She opened the door quickly and asked, "What can I do for you, Mr. Li?"

Wesley always got to the point. "I have stuff in my fridge. You're a better cook than I am, so why not come over and cook? We can eat together."

do you mean you and me or the three of us?"

us." Megan hadn't eaten either. Wesley intended to give

being the third wheel, so I'll have to say no. Bye." With that, she shut the

at the closed door, Wesley felt frustration rising in him. But he didn't give up. A moment later, he rang the

to herself, 'One, two, three, four, five.' Then she

wheel. Her name is Megan Lan. She's not my girlfriend," Wesley

let me know what's going on.' Then she

her and asked her point-blank, "Are you coming or

"Yes." 'Wesley, you

was Megan? She didn't see the girl anywhere. When she heard the door close, Megan trotted out from a bedroom. "Hi, nice to see you," she

to see you too," Blair nodded with a smile. Then she grabbed the ingredients from the fridge and walked towards the

Megan said

felt the girl was very cordial. She turned around and

bought a ton of groceries. Blair looked inside the bag and got an idea

after, Wesley walked in as well. He wore casual clothes, his hair half wet. From the looks of it, he must have just

wondering why he was in the

vegetables on the floor and said, "Here. I'll trim

her neck to look in the direction of the living room. The living room was empty again. She briefly wondered where Megan was, but figured the girl had

and continued busying herself with cooking. She kept thinking about when to give him the present, and how

living room again. Since Megan was nowhere to

the two of them around, it wouldn't be too embarrassing—even if he turned her down.

looking at?" Noticing that she was staring at the living room, spacing out, Wesley followed her

her thoughts and broke her out of her reverie. She dropped the celery, washed her hands in the sink, and said, "Wait a

the present in it. Her heart was racing from the rush. She took a few seconds to calm herself down. She looked as if nothing had ever happened

had just trimmed the chives. He picked up an eggplant,

quietly walked into the