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

to go through the trouble to give it to

and you could see your breath in the air, but Blair only wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination in

so many days had put her in

not alone. There was Megan. Blair

her, especially when Wesley had stayed so long in that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts

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 had

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,

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

got burned and she chewed in a hurry while covering

tofu, she sipped some soup and let out a long sigh.

her mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the

next to her with a grim face and tightened lips.

so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is he looking for

grimness on his face scared her a little.

right hand without answering

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

all of it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk while he chewed it up and swallowed it all. "Now you're

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

the empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the bin and held her wrist,

pitifully. That snack bar was locally famous, the food fantastic. She loved it, but had been too busy preparing for exams to come here.

let her have

only wearing a thin coat,

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

led her into the

on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited