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

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

air, but Blair only wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination

after so many days had put her

they were not alone. There was Megan. Blair

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

She waited and waited for what seemed

found her, Blair was sitting 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

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

and she chewed in a hurry while covering her mouth.

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

food in her mouth, someone held

looked up and saw Wesley, standing next to her with a grim

and he didn't bundle up. Is

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

frigid right hand without answering

going to lead her out of the snack bar.

into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like

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

paper bowl, threw it into

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 too busy preparing for exams to come here. So she finally made it here today. However, she had only taken a single bite, and he ate the

her have any

she was only wearing a thin coat, he quickened his

up with him. "Wait up.

led her into the building, still

elevator, Blair leaned on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley