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

I won't have to go through the

wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination in mind. She had to take a walk and

after so many days had put her in the

not alone. There was

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

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,

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

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

swallowing the fish tofu, she sipped some soup and let out a long sigh. Then she put her chopsticks in to grab another bite.

her mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the oden away from

Wesley, standing next to her with a grim face

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

grimness on

right hand without answering and pulled her to her feet.

was going to lead her out of

let go of her, picked up the bowl and poured all of it into his mouth. His cheeks

from the same bowl as me. It's like a

that, he showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the bin and held her

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

didn't even let her have

she was only wearing

him. "Wait up. Let go of me.

He led her into the building, still holding

they 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, not