Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 750

"You must be hungry." With that, Blair ran to Wesley and wrapped her arm around his. "See? This is something for you to savor," she said to Megan.

Megan shook her head again.

Blair's face turned grim. "Well, you have to watch!"

She stood on tiptoe and kissed Wesley on the lips, arms wrapped around his waist tightly, for fear he would push her away. That would make her a laughingstock in front of Megan.

Wesley sighed resignedly inside, but he let Blair do as she wished. Afraid she would get tired from standing on tiptoe for long, he pulled away, looked at her, then moved his lips closer to hers to continue the kiss.

Megan stood there awkwardly while the two were kissing, so embarrassed she didn't know where to look.

After a long while, Blair let go of Wesley, satisfaction written all over her face. Arm in arm with him, she asked Megan, "Wasn't that yummy?"

Head bowed, Megan idly pawed at the ground with her shoe, bit her lip, and didn't say a word.

Blair tilted her head and continued, "Know what I like best about Wesley?"

Megan raised her head in confusion. She was so nonplussed she took the bait easily. Looking at Blair, she asked, "What?"

"Of course it is..." Blair paused for effect, and Megan grew even more nervous. Blair turned to Wesley and gave him a charming smile. Wesley sensed what she was going to say, and had a bad feeling about it. And he was right.

"He has amazing stamina." Megan turned pale.

Wesley's face grew gloomy. It's not like he could stop her.

Blair couldn't care less. She traced her hands along his masculine physique. "He has chocolate abs, strong waist and is a stallion in the sheets. I just can't keep my hands off him. What more could I want in a husband? I see the look on your face. I don't think you believe me. Would you like your uncle Wesley to demonstrate? You should find a boyfriend like him. A man like that should make you happy." After a short pause, she continued, "But there's only one Wesley Li, and he's mine. I know you want him, but too bad. What can you do? Poor Megan."

Wesley squeezed Blair's hand. "Enough."

"Honey, can you fix her up with someone? We are her aunt and uncle, after all. Maybe we could find someone good enough." After seeing the shrink, Blair felt great. She was more lively than she used to be. She used to avoid even seeing Megan. But after what Megan pulled, it was time for some payback.

"I don't want to play matchmaker," Wesley said bluntly. And it was true.

Blair frowned. "Isn't this a shock? No one wants Megan."

Wesley was surprised to hear that. 'That's not what I meant.'

"But don't get upset, girl. True, neither Carlos nor Wesley wants anything to do with you (and neither does anyone else), you should be okay. A manipulative little bitch like you should find some dirtball somewhere—just your type. Try going through trash bags, or hang around the red-light districts. Don't give up!"

Megan's hands were balled into fists.

She stood there, gnawing at her lower lip, tears threatening to fall.

Blair made a dismissive gesture. "Fine, I'll stop. If your asthma kicks in, then I'm in for it. My husband punishes me for stuff like that. You know how? By making love to me. I already told you how good he is. He's too much for me sometimes." Then she turned to Wesley. "Okay, stick a fork in me; I'm done. Honey, don't be mad. Let's go home and make some babies."

At that moment, Wesley wanted to strangle Blair.

Without giving Megan a chance to say anything, Blair dragged him out of the ward.

At the door, Wesley thought of something and wanted to turn around and tell Megan. Blair blurted out, "Oh my God! Honey, I think I'm pregnant!"