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

to go through

wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination in mind. She had to take a

had put

they were not alone. There was Megan. Blair

Wesley had stayed so long in that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners, tugging

That would be rude. She waited and waited for what seemed like

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

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

her tongue got burned and she chewed in

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

the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and

to her with a grim face and tightened lips.

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

The grimness on his

right hand without answering and pulled her

her out of the snack bar. "Hey,

at the steaming oden. He let go of her, picked up the bowl and poured all of it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk while he chewed it up and swallowed it all. "Now you're done," he

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

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

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. So she finally made

didn't even let her have any soup.

meant to reply, but noticing she was only

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

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

waiting for the elevator, Blair leaned on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke.