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.

Wesley in the cabinet, ' she remembered, not long after she had left the building. 'Never mind.

it, then I won't have to go through the

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

had put her in the best

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

She wondered what they were doing

just knock on the door, either. That would be rude. She waited and waited for what seemed like forever, until she couldn't take it anymore. She had to

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 as she repeatedly pulled her coat closer to

too cold or she was too hungry, she didn't wait for long enough

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

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

the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed

standing next to her with a

up. Is

Blair. The grimness on his face scared

answering and pulled her to her feet.

of the snack bar. "Hey, I'm

picked up the bowl and poured all of it into his mouth. His

the same bowl

After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper

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 bite, and he

even let her have

she was only wearing a thin coat, he quickened his pace.

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

led her into the building,

waiting for the elevator, Blair leaned on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited you over to have dinner, not