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.

not long after she had left the building. 'Never mind. I'll grab

have to go through the trouble to

The cold wind chilled her to the

so many days had put her

were not alone. There was Megan. Blair

wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners, tugging

either. That would be rude. She 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 of mind.

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 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 off

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

burned and she chewed in

tofu, she sipped some soup and let out a

could put the food in her mouth, someone held

next to her with a grim face and tightened lips.

didn't bundle up. Is he looking for me? Did he

Blair. The grimness

right hand without answering and pulled her

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

picked up the bowl and poured all of it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk

at him. 'He ate from the same

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

She loved it, but had been

her have any

only wearing a thin coat, he quickened his pace.

had to jog to keep up with him. "Wait up. Let go of me. I want to walk on my

stop. He led her into the

the elevator, Blair leaned on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited you over to have dinner,