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

then I won't have to go

cold wind chilled her to the

days had

not alone. There was Megan. Blair couldn't stand that girl.

what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners, tugging

couldn't 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 get

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 off as she

was too cold or she was too hungry, she didn't wait for long enough before she put a

that her tongue got burned and she chewed in a hurry while

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

could put the food in her mouth, someone

standing next to her with a grim face and

didn't bundle up. Is he looking for me? Did he leave in a hurry? Was

Blair. The grimness on his face scared her

without answering

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

picked up the bowl and poured all of it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk while he chewed it up and swallowed it all.

at him. 'He ate from the same bowl

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.

She loved it, but had been too busy preparing for exams to come here.

her have any soup.

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

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

led her into the building,

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