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

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

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

so many days had put

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

She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners, tugging at her jealous side.

just knock on the door, either. That would be rude. She waited and waited for what seemed like forever, until

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 on a

for long enough before she

wasn't surprising that her tongue got burned and she chewed in

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

someone held her wrist and

to her with a grim

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 he

why are you here?" asked Blair. The grimness on his face

frigid right hand without answering

her out of

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

at him. 'He ate from the same bowl

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

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

let her have any soup.

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

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

into the building, still

It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited you over