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.

she remembered, not long after she had left the building. 'Never mind. I'll grab it some other

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

The cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets,

had put her in the best of

not alone. There was

in that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and

couldn't concentrate, 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.

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

cold or she was too hungry, she didn't wait for long enough before she put a piece of steaming fish tofu into her mouth.

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

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

in her mouth, someone held her

up and saw Wesley, standing next to her with

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

here?" asked Blair. The grimness on his face scared her a

answering and pulled her to her

was going to lead her out of the snack bar.

his mouth.

at him. 'He ate from the same bowl as me. It's like a

even ate all the soup. After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper

a meal waiting for you at home, you 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.

even let her have

only wearing a thin coat, he

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

into the building, still holding her wrist.

elevator, Blair leaned on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited you over