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 mind. I'll grab it some

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

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

days had put her in the best of moods.

was Megan. Blair

She wondered what they were doing in there,

waited and waited for what seemed like forever, until she couldn't take it anymore. She had to get out of there. Out of sight, out

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

she didn't wait for long enough before she put a piece of steaming fish

surprising that her tongue got burned and she chewed in

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

could put the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist

next to her with a grim

up. Is he looking for me? Did he leave in a hurry? Was

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

right hand without answering and pulled

going to lead her out of the snack bar.

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

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

empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the bin

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

her have any

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

keep up with him. "Wait up. Let go

Wesley didn't stop. He led her into

on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I