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 had left the building. 'Never mind. I'll grab it some

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

coat. The cold wind chilled her to the

had put her in the best of moods.

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

her, especially when Wesley had stayed so long in that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners, tugging at her jealous side.

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 out of there. Out of sight, out of

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

didn't wait for long enough before she put a piece of steaming fish tofu into

and she

and let out a long sigh. Then she put her

her mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the oden away from her.

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

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

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

without answering

her out of the snack bar. "Hey,

back at the steaming oden. He let go of her, 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. "Now you're

ate from the same bowl as

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

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

didn't even let her have any

she was only wearing a thin coat, he quickened his pace.

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

into the

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