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.

the gift I bought for Wesley in the cabinet, ' she remembered, not long after she had left the building. 'Never

I won't have to go through

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

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

was Megan. Blair couldn't stand that girl.

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

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

bowl full of boiled eggs, daikon, and konjac on a

too hungry, she didn't wait for long enough

her tongue got burned and she chewed in a

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

mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the oden

looked up and saw Wesley, standing next to her

was only wearing sweats. 'It's so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is

grimness on his face scared her

without answering

was going to lead her out of the snack bar. "Hey, I'm not done

steaming oden. He let 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 swallowed it all.

the same bowl as

that, he showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the

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,

even let her have

meant to reply, but noticing she was only wearing a

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

led her into

wall, panting. It was only then