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.

gift I bought for Wesley in the cabinet, ' she remembered, not long after she had left the building.

to go through the trouble to give it

deep winter, and you could see your breath in the air, but Blair only wore a thin coat. The cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination in mind. She had to take

days had put her in

was

Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts

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

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

wait for long enough before she put a piece of

and she chewed in a hurry while covering her

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

she could put the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the oden away from her.

next to her with a grim face

he didn't bundle up.

Blair. The grimness on his face scared

answering and pulled her

of the snack bar. "Hey,

all of it into his

gaped at him. 'He ate from the same bowl as

the empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the bin

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,

let her have

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

up. Let go of me.

Wesley didn't stop. He led her into

was only then that Wesley spoke.