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

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

see 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. She had to take a walk

many days had put her in the best of moods.

was Megan. Blair

She wondered what they were doing in there, and her

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

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

long enough before she put a piece of steaming

it wasn't surprising that her tongue got burned and she

a long sigh. Then she put her chopsticks in to grab another bite.

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

saw Wesley, standing next to her

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

The grimness on his face

grabbed her frigid right hand without answering and pulled her

of the snack bar. "Hey,

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 done," he

gaped at him. 'He ate from the same bowl as me. It's like a second-hand

the end, he even ate all the soup. After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the bin and held her wrist,

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

didn't even let her have any

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

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

led her into the building, still holding her wrist.

wall, panting. It was only then