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.

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

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

were in deep winter, and you could see your breath in the air, but Blair only wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled her to

days had put her in the best of

alone. There was Megan. Blair

especially when 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,

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

full of boiled eggs, daikon, and konjac on a bed of ramen noodles. Oden. She was

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

wasn't surprising that her tongue got burned and she chewed in a

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

the food in her mouth, someone held

to her with a

'It's so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is he looking for me? Did he leave in a hurry? Was he

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

answering and pulled her to her feet.

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

her, picked up the bowl and poured all of it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk

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

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

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

let her have

was only wearing a thin coat,

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

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

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