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.

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

he finds it, then I won't have to

and you could see your breath in the air, but Blair only wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the

after so many days had put her in the best of

not alone. There was

that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some

and waited for what seemed like forever, until she couldn't take it

her apartment building, holding a piece 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

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

got burned and she chewed in a

a long sigh.

put the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the

to her with a grim

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

Blair. The grimness on his face scared her

frigid right hand without answering and pulled her

her out of the snack bar.

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 done," he

from the same bowl as

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

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 had been too busy preparing for exams

didn't even let her have

reply, but noticing she was only wearing a thin

keep up with him. "Wait up. Let go of me. I

into

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