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.

for Wesley in the cabinet, ' she remembered, not long after she had left the building. 'Never mind. I'll grab it some other time.

have to go

wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination in mind. She had to take a walk and try to make herself feel

after so many days had

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

bugged 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

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

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 bed of ramen noodles. Oden. She was shaking from

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

that her tongue got burned and she chewed

tofu, she sipped some soup and let out a long sigh. Then she put

food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed

to her with a grim face and tightened

and he didn't bundle up. Is he

The grimness on his face scared

her frigid right hand without answering and

to lead her out of the snack bar.

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

ate from the same bowl as me. It's like

the end, he even ate all the soup. After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper

at 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

let her have any

she was only wearing a

up. Let go of me. I want

Wesley didn't stop. He led her into the

It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited you over to have dinner, not