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.

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

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

chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination in mind. She had to take a walk and try to make

so many days had put her

There was Megan. Blair couldn't stand that girl.

what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners, tugging at her

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

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

long enough before she put a piece of steaming fish tofu into her

that her tongue got burned and she chewed in a hurry

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

someone held her wrist and

standing next to her with a grim

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

why are you here?" asked Blair. The grimness on his face scared

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

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

it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged

the same bowl as me. It's like a

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

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.

her

was only wearing a thin coat, he quickened his

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

her into the

elevator, Blair leaned on the wall, panting. It was