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 the building. 'Never

then I won't have to go

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

had put her in the best of moods.

was Megan. Blair couldn't stand

that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there,

couldn't concentrate, but she couldn't just knock on the door, either. That would be rude. She waited and waited for what seemed

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

cold or she was too hungry, she didn't wait for long enough before she put a piece of

wasn't surprising that her tongue got burned and she chewed in a hurry while covering

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

put the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the oden away from her.

to her

so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is he

here?" asked Blair. The grimness

answering and

was going to lead her out of the snack bar. "Hey,

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. "Now

same bowl as me.

he even ate all the soup. After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the bin and held her wrist, leading her out

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

her

to reply, but noticing she was only

up. Let go of me. I want to walk

her into the building, still holding her

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