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.

the cabinet, ' she remembered, not long after she had left the building. 'Never mind. I'll

to go through the trouble to give

could see your breath in the air, but Blair only wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled

after so many days had

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

so long in that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing

concentrate, but she couldn't just knock on the door, either. That would be rude. She waited and waited for what seemed like forever, until she couldn't take it anymore. She had to

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 was shaking from the cold. Anxious to eat something to warm herself, she blew onto the food to cool it

too hungry, she didn't wait for long enough before she put a piece of

her tongue got burned and

and let out a long sigh. Then she put her chopsticks

in her mouth, someone held her

up and saw Wesley, standing next to her with

wearing sweats. 'It's so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is he looking for me? Did he leave in a

grimness on his face

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

out of the snack bar. "Hey, I'm not done

let go of her, picked up the bowl and poured all of it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged

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

showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the bin and held her wrist, leading

home, you know. Why did you eat my food?" she asked pitifully. That snack bar was locally famous, the food fantastic. She loved it, but had been too busy preparing for exams to come here. So she finally made it here today. However, she had only taken a single bite, and he ate the

her

to reply, but noticing she was only wearing a thin coat,

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

led her into the building, still holding her wrist.

elevator, Blair leaned on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited you over to have