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.

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

then I won't have to go through the trouble to

your breath in the air, but Blair only wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination in mind.

after so many days had put her in the best of

were not alone. There was Megan.

what they were doing in there, and her thoughts

what seemed like forever, until she couldn't take it

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 konjac on a bed of ramen noodles. Oden. She

she didn't wait for long enough before she

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 bite.

put the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the

saw Wesley, standing next to her with a grim face and

'It's so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is he looking for

here?" asked Blair. The grimness on his face scared her a

without answering and pulled her to her feet.

going to lead her out of

of it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk while he chewed it up and swallowed it all. "Now you're done,"

from the same bowl as me.

the empty disposable paper bowl, threw

bar was locally famous, the food fantastic. She loved it, but had been

even let her have any

reply, but noticing she was only wearing a thin coat, he quickened

him. "Wait up. Let go of me. I want to walk

her into the building, still holding her

for the elevator, Blair leaned on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I