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. I'll grab it some other

I won't have to go through the trouble to give it

coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination in mind. She had to

days had put

were not alone. There was Megan. Blair

that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they

waited and waited for what seemed like forever, until she couldn't take it anymore. She had to get out of

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, 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

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

tongue got burned and she chewed in a hurry while covering

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

the food in her mouth, someone

up and saw Wesley, standing next to her

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

Blair. The grimness on his

answering and pulled her to

lead her out of the snack

into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk while he chewed it

ate from the same bowl as me. It's

paper bowl, threw

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 ate

her have

reply, but noticing she was only wearing a thin coat,

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

into the building, still

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 to