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 mind. I'll

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

fallen. They were in deep winter, and you could see your breath in the air, but Blair only wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone.

days had put her in the best

they were not alone. There was

had stayed so long in that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners, tugging at her jealous side.

and waited for what seemed like forever, until

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.

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

it wasn't surprising that her tongue got burned and she

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

before she could put the food in her mouth, someone held her

saw Wesley, standing next to her with a grim face

so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is he looking for me? Did he leave in a hurry? Was

you here?" asked Blair. The grimness on his face

frigid right hand without answering and pulled her

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

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. "Now you're done,"

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

the end, 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

food fantastic. She loved it, but had been too busy

her

reply, but noticing she was only

him. "Wait up. Let go of me. I want to walk on my

led her into the building, still holding her wrist.

wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited you over to have dinner, not to