Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Hearing the noise in the living room, Wesley looked at his watch to check the time. 'It's about time for dinner, ' he thought. He stood and told Megan, "Come and eat. You can do the rest after dinner."

"Okay,"

They walked out of the bedroom to find that Blair was nowhere to be found. The table was set, chock-full of various dishes. The smell reached Wesley's nostrils, and his stomach growled obligingly.

Megan jogged over to the table excitedly and said, "A six-course meal and soup. Man, I'm starved! Let's wash up, Uncle Wesley."

Wesley pondered for a while and said, "Wait a sec. I'll be back."

Then he turned and left the apartment. The smile on Megan's face vanished as she watched him leave.

Wesley rang the doorbell a few times, but Blair didn't come to the door. Anxious and impatient, he keyed in the password to her apartment and slipped inside.

The apartment was dark. It seemed no one was home. "Blair," he called. But no one answered.

He believed Blair wasn't home.

'She cooked dinner, but left my apartment. She didn't eat, she didn't even say goodbye. What the hell?'

Because he couldn't find Blair, Wesley grew anxious.

He took out his phone to call her, only to realize that he didn't have her number.

Blair had once tried to friend him on WeChat, but she changed her mind in the end.

Looking around her empty apartment, Wesley grew more irritated by the minute.

After leaving his place, instead of going back to her own apartment, Blair took the elevator, went downstairs and walked out of the apartment complex.

gift I bought for Wesley in the cabinet, ' she remembered, not long after she had left the

he finds it, then I won't have to go through the trouble

had fallen. They were in deep winter, and you could see your breath in the air, but Blair only wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone.

many days had put her in the best

were not alone. There was Megan. Blair couldn't

in that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners,

seemed like forever, until she couldn't take it anymore. She had to get out of there. Out of sight, out of mind.

finally found her, Blair was sitting in a snack bar near her apartment building, holding a piece of fishcake in her chopsticks. It was sodden, dripping dashi broth back into the bowl. As he got closer, he could see the bowl full of boiled eggs, daikon, and

for long enough before she put a piece of steaming fish tofu into her mouth.

it wasn't surprising that her tongue got burned and she chewed in a hurry while

she sipped some soup and let out a long sigh. Then she put her chopsticks in to grab another

before she could put the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and

up and saw Wesley, standing next to her with a grim face and tightened lips.

bundle up. Is he looking for me? Did he leave in a hurry?

grimness on his face

her frigid right hand without answering and pulled her to her feet.

to lead her out of the snack bar. "Hey, I'm not

looked back at the steaming oden. He let go of her, picked up the bowl and poured all of it into his mouth. His

him. 'He ate from the same bowl as me. It's

the end, he even ate all the soup. After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw

She loved it, but

let her have any

she was only wearing a thin

had to jog to keep up with him. "Wait up.

He led her into the

wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited you over to have