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.

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

have to go through the

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. She had to take a

after so many days had put her

they were not alone. There was

alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in

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

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

wait for long enough before she put a piece of

her tongue got burned and she chewed in a hurry

some soup and let out a long sigh.

before she could put the food in her mouth, someone

to her with a grim face

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

why are you here?" asked Blair. The grimness

frigid right hand without answering and pulled her to

lead her out of the snack bar. "Hey,

poured all of it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk while he chewed it

the same

the soup. After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the bin and held her wrist, leading her out of the shop.

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

her have any soup.

was only wearing a thin coat,

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

into the building, still holding her

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