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.

in the cabinet, ' she remembered, not long after she had left the building. 'Never

have to go through the trouble to give it

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

again after so many days had put her in the best

alone. There was

Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts

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

in a snack bar near 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 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 was too hungry, she didn't wait for long enough before she put a piece of steaming fish tofu

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

let out a long

the food in her mouth, someone held her

saw Wesley, standing next to her with

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

grimness on his face scared

answering and

out of

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

same bowl as me. It's like a

ate all the soup. After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw

She loved it, but had been too

let her

only wearing

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

He led her into the building, still holding

for the elevator, Blair leaned on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited you over to have