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.
'Oops, I left the gift I bought for Wesley in the cabinet, ' she remembered, not long after she had left the building. 'Never mind. I'll grab it some other time.
If he finds it, then I won't have to go through the trouble to give it to him.'
Night had 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 her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination in mind. She had to take a walk and try to make herself feel better.
Seeing Wesley again after so many days had put her in the best of moods.
But they were not alone. There was Megan. Blair couldn't stand that girl.
It 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 side.
She 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 she couldn't take it anymore. She had to get out of there. Out of sight, out of mind.
When Wesley finally found 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 cold. Anxious to eat something to warm herself, she blew onto the food to cool it off as she repeatedly pulled her coat closer to her.
Either she was too cold or she was too hungry, she didn't wait for long enough before she put a piece of steaming fish tofu into her mouth.
So it wasn't surprising that her tongue got burned and she chewed in a hurry while covering her mouth.
After swallowing the fish tofu, she sipped some soup and let out a long sigh. Then she put her chopsticks in to grab another bite.
Yet before she could put the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the oden away from her.
She looked up and saw Wesley, standing next to her with a grim face and tightened lips.
He was only 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 worried?'
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