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.

left the gift I bought 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

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

so many days had

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

when Wesley had stayed so long in that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were

She waited and waited for what seemed like forever,

her, Blair was sitting in a snack bar near 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

long enough before she put a

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

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

could put the food in her mouth, someone

saw Wesley, standing next to her with a grim face and tightened lips.

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

asked Blair. The grimness on his face

hand without answering and pulled her to

of the

of it into his mouth. His cheeks

same bowl as me.

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

you eat my food?" she asked pitifully. That snack bar was locally famous, the food fantastic. She loved it, but had been too busy preparing

even let her have any soup.

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

to keep up with him. "Wait up.

stop. He led her into the

they were waiting for the elevator, Blair leaned on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I