ir''s head was spinning. When she could finally think clearly, she found herself sitting at the table already.


    The dishes on the table remained untouched. Megan sat on the couch, ying games on her phone. Seeing Wesley and ir were back already, she put her phone away and stood up.


    "Where did you go? I''m starving. Let''s eat," Megan said pouting as she sat opposite ir.


    ir smiled. "I took a walk." She was surprised to know that Wesley and Megan hadn''t eaten yet. ''Was he waiting for me, then?''


    Wesley took the seat next to her and threw her a pair of chopsticks. "Here. Eat."


    ir picked up the chopsticks and tried a couple pieces of tofu. The dinner was already cold.


    "I''ll heat these up," she said as she stood up.


    Wesley dragged her back into her seat with one hand. "It''s not too cold. Don''t go to the trouble. Just eat."


    The heat had been turned on, so the dishes were just room temperature. ir sat back.


    After taking a couple bites, Meganined, "The beef bone broth is cold. Uncle Wesley, can you warm it up for me? It might cause a tummy ache if we eat it cold."


    "Okay." Wesley dropped his chopsticks and walked into the kitchen, carrying the beef bone broth.


    ir gaped at him. ''He just said the dishes weren''t that cold.''


    After dinner, the three of them left Wesley''s ce together. Wesley was going to drive Megan home, and ir went back to her own apartment.


    When the doorbell rang, ir was rxing, reading on the bed after afortable shower. She jogged to the door. It was Wesley. He had juste back home.


    He was holding his phone in his hands. "What''s your WeChat ount?"


    Before ir could say anything, he added, "I''ll be pretty busy from now on. So I might need help taking care of my ce."


    "Oh..." ir grabbed her phone from the bedroom, and they friended each other on WeChat.


    His username was Wes, and hers was Bless.


    The two names rhymed and even looked simr. ir couldn''t help thinking that judging fro


    Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.


    To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.


    "As long as I''m alive, I''m still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."


    She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.


    Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few yearster, to his astonishment.


    something was on her mind. "What''s in it? You look conspiratorial."


    Unable to make up her mind, she felt frustrated. In the end, she took the bag out of the cab and handed it to Wesley. "I saw itst time when I was shopping. I thought it suited you, so I bought it. I haven''t found an opportunity to give it to you until today."


    Wesley took the bag and opened it. Inside was a ck embroidered box containing a lighter.


    He tried the lighter. A me whooshed out, about as tall as the lighter itself.


    "Looks expensive." Wesley smiled, extinguished the mes and put the lighter back into the box.


    ''She isn''t rich. Then how did she afford it?'' he thought.


    ir shook her head and said, "It''s okay. I bought it with my own money. I hope you like it."


    Wesley put the box into the bag and handed it to her. "Return it. You''re a student. You shouldn''t have bought something so expensive."


    "But I already paid for it." ir didn''t take the bag. ''Is he rejecting me?''


    Wesley stuffed the bag into her arms and walked out of the kitchen. "Then give it to your uncle." Adalson also smoked.


    ir''s heart broke into little pieces.


    She had been so excited to give it to him. At this moment, her heart was filled with disappointment. After ncing at the bag in her hands, she asked, "You really hate me, don''t you?"