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.

she remembered, not long

won't have to go through the trouble to give it

coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had

Wesley again after so many days had put her in the best of

alone. There was Megan. Blair couldn't stand

her, especially when Wesley had stayed so long in that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing

for what seemed like forever, until she couldn't take it anymore. She

bowl full of boiled eggs, daikon, and konjac on a bed of ramen noodles. Oden. She was shaking from the cold. Anxious to eat something to warm herself, she blew onto the food to cool it off as she repeatedly pulled her coat closer to

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

and she

some soup and let out a long sigh. Then she put her chopsticks

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

standing next to her with a grim face and tightened

'It's so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is

asked Blair. The grimness on his face

right hand without answering and pulled her to her feet.

lead her out of the snack bar.

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

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

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

a meal waiting for you 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

let her

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

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

stop. He led her into the building, still holding her wrist.

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