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.

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

to go through the trouble

cold wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had

had put her

was Megan. Blair

bugged her, especially when Wesley had stayed so long in that bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were doing in there, and her thoughts went into some ugly corners, tugging at her jealous

for what seemed like forever, until she couldn't take it anymore. She had to get out

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.

for long enough before she put

and she chewed in a hurry

soup and let out a long

mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the oden away from her.

and saw Wesley, standing next to

so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is he looking for me?

Blair. The grimness on his face scared her a

hand without answering and pulled her to her feet.

lead her out of the snack bar.

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.

from the same

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

snack bar was locally famous, the food fantastic. She loved it, but had been too busy

let her

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

had to jog to keep up with him. "Wait up.

He led her into the

the wall, panting. It was only then