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.

I left the gift I bought for Wesley in the cabinet, ' she remembered, not long after she had left the building. 'Never mind. I'll

have to go

thin coat. The cold wind chilled her

again after so many days had put her in the

not alone. There was Megan.

with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners, tugging at

waited and waited for what seemed

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

hungry, she didn't wait for long enough before she put a piece of

got burned and she chewed in a

sipped some soup and let out a long sigh. Then she put her chopsticks in to grab

mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the oden away from

up and saw Wesley, standing next to her with a grim face and tightened lips.

only wearing sweats. 'It's so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is

grimness on his face scared

grabbed her frigid right hand without answering and pulled her to her feet.

lead her out of

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,"

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

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

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 it here today. However, she had only taken a single bite, and he ate the

even let her

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

him. "Wait up. Let go of me. I

into the building, still holding her wrist.

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