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.

left the gift I bought for Wesley in the cabinet, ' she remembered, not long after she

have to go through the trouble to give it

the air, but Blair only wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled her to the

Wesley again after so many days had put her in

not alone. There was

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

and waited for what seemed like

found her, 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, 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

too hungry, she didn't wait for long enough before she put a piece of steaming fish tofu into

tongue got burned and she chewed in a hurry while

and let out a

put the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and

Wesley, standing next to her with a grim

bundle up. Is he looking for me? Did he leave in a

asked Blair. The grimness on his face scared

without answering and pulled her to

out of the snack bar. "Hey, I'm not

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

same bowl as me. It's

ate all the soup. After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the bin and held

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

her have any

was only wearing a thin coat,

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

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

on the wall, panting. It was