Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

'My fiance, my fiancee...' Wesley's face fell as he heard these words. But he said nothing and merely nodded his head.

After the small talk, Miller walked off, two suitcases on wheels and two bags on his back, and carefully escorted Blair into the elevator. Wesley stood and watched how Miller treated Blair. It was how marriage should be—nice and comfortable.

Before the elevator doors closed, the woman inside the elevator made eye contact with the man in the hallway, their eyes full of complicated emotions. But Miller didn't notice the silent exchange between the two.

The doors closed. Standing in the silent, empty corridor of the 16th floor, Wesley felt lost. Blair had left, and he felt a hole inside his body where his heart was supposed to be.

Miller wasn't rich. His house downtown was nothing compared to her space in Hillside Apartments. But Blair didn't mind. She moved all her belongings there and stayed in Miller's house.

The next day, Joslyn, Hartwell and Miller saw Blair off at the airport. They didn't leave the airport until they saw Blair pass through security smoothly.

When Miller was about to leave, Joslyn suddenly called out to him. "Mr. Hong, Blair's gonna be all alone in London. Her family set her up there, but new city, new people. It's rough. Please see her whenever you can."

Without hesitation, Miller nodded his head. "Sure. Thanks for hooking us up. Don't worry, I'll treat her right."

Joslyn was satisfied with his assurance.

But the truth was, she didn't introduce Miller to Blair. She wouldn't hook Blair up with someone who wasn't rich and couldn't give her a comfortable life. When Blair was on a blind date, Miller was at the same restaurant, on a blind date too. His table was right next to Blair's.

clicking with her date, but Miller seemed a lot nicer.

left, Blair walked over to his table and struck up a conversation. In the end, they hit it off and decided to go out with each

farewell to Joslyn and Hartwell. After he left,

seat. She knew how he felt. Joslyn sighed heavily. "Don't be mad. It's Blair's choice. She can't be with the man

girl who was already on the plane. "Maybe it's all the same to her, but there are still a ton of better men I could find for her. Why Miller? He's

of course, knew the answer, but she said it wasn't her secret to tell. She wouldn't betray her best friend like

on the bright side. Blair's gonna be out of the country for three years. A lot can happen in three years. Maybe they will break up tomorrow. Then you can set

a gentle squeeze. His mood

had been busy with admission procedures and getting her bearings. A month later,

cool these days. She felt

to practice her English. They even invited her to their family parties so that she could get a better handle on

Spring Festival

The steward led Wesley inside. The two

his study. He was a little surprised to see the two show up together. He gestured for them to come in, then greeted Wesley

said she had a part-time job and would be staying there instead of coming back for the Spring Festival. Dad, she's been studying hard all the semester. I'm afraid she'll get lonely if she doesn't fly back," Hartwell replied. He wanted Adalson to talk to Blair and try to convince her

subject. But Wesley's face was as calm as usual, as if he hadn't heard the name or it meant nothing to

sighed inwardly, and said to Hartwell, "She'll come back. Your grandpa was pretty pissed when he found out she was engaged. I bet Blair will have a hard time facing the old

then took a quick glance at Wesley and asked cautiously, "Don't