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

to go through the trouble to give it

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

again after so many days had put her in the best

not alone. There was Megan. Blair couldn't stand

She wondered what they were doing in there, and

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

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

she was too cold or she was too hungry, she didn't wait for long enough before she

surprising that her tongue got burned and she chewed in

and let out a long sigh. Then she

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

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

outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is

here?" asked Blair. The grimness on

right hand without answering and pulled her

her out of the

it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk while he chewed it up and swallowed it all. "Now you're done,"

same

the soup. After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw

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

even let her have any soup.

was only wearing a thin coat, he quickened

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

He led her into the building, still holding her wrist.

wall, panting. It was only