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

have to go through the trouble to give it to

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.

so many days had put her in the best

There was Megan. Blair couldn't stand that

in that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners, tugging

but she couldn't 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

closer, he could see the bowl full of boiled eggs, daikon, and konjac on a bed of ramen

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

and she chewed in a hurry

the fish tofu, she sipped some soup and let out a long sigh. Then she put

mouth, someone held her wrist and

Wesley, standing next to her with a grim face and tightened

sweats. 'It's so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is he looking for me? Did he

grimness on his face

hand without answering and

lead her out of the

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," he said.

ate from the same bowl as

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

the food fantastic. She loved it, but had been too busy preparing for exams to come here. So she finally made it here

didn't even let her have

reply, but noticing she was only wearing a thin coat, he quickened his

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

Wesley didn't stop. He led her into the building, still

panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited you over to have dinner,