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.

left the gift I bought for Wesley in the cabinet, ' she remembered, not long after she had left the building. 'Never mind. I'll grab it some other

finds it, then I won't have to go

your breath in the air, but Blair only wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination in mind. She had to take a walk and try to make herself feel better.

days had

they were not alone. There was

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

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

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

for long enough

her tongue got burned and she chewed in a hurry while covering her

sipped some soup and let out a long sigh.

put the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist

Wesley, standing next to her with

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

Blair. The grimness on his face scared her a

hand without answering and pulled her

lead her out of the snack bar.

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. "Now you're done,"

ate from the same bowl as me. It's like a second-hand kiss.

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

it, but had been too busy preparing for exams to come here. So she finally made it here

even let her have

noticing she was only wearing a thin coat, he

with him. "Wait up.

her into the building, still holding her wrist.

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