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

have to go through the trouble

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

many days had put her in the best of

they were not alone. There was Megan. Blair couldn't stand that girl.

what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners, tugging at her jealous side.

waited for what seemed

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

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

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

let out a long sigh. Then she put her chopsticks

someone held her wrist

saw Wesley, standing next to her with a grim face

only wearing sweats. 'It's so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is he looking for me? Did he leave in

asked Blair. The grimness on his face scared her a

answering and pulled her to her

her out of the snack bar. "Hey, I'm

let go of her, picked up the bowl and poured all of it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a

gaped at him. 'He ate from the same bowl as

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

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

even let her

reply, but noticing she was only wearing a thin coat, he

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

didn't stop. He led her into the building,

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