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 grab

to go through the trouble to

coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination

many days had put

was Megan. Blair

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

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 couldn't take it anymore. She had to get out of there. Out of sight, out of mind.

got closer, he could see the bowl full of boiled eggs, daikon, and

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

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

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

mouth, someone held her wrist

up and saw Wesley, standing next to her with

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

grimness on his

answering and pulled her

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

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

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, threw it into the bin

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

let her have any soup.

only wearing a thin coat, he quickened

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

He led her into

the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke.