Burning Passion: Love Never Die

She volunteered to carry one of the bags and made her way to the exit.

Wesley was carrying a bigger carrier bag. But even so, he tucked the change into his pants pocket hastily, caught up with Blair, and offered to take the bag from her.

But Blair declined.

“Mine is not heavy. The one you’re carrying is full of beverages. It’s already heavy enough.”

Wesley Looked at her and retorted, “Maybe! But you’re so frail. What if it triggers your fever?” Before she could refuse, he had taken the bag from her.

Blair didn’t know what to say. ‘I’m not as fragile as he thinks.’ She was a bit defensive. ‘I was sick only once when I was in England, ‘ she thought.

However, there was one thing in particular that hit on Blair only when the topic was brought up. It suddenly dawned on her that whenever she was close to Wesley, she would easily get injured or sick. However, when Wesley wasn’t by her side, her physical health remained beyond very good. She couldn’t understand why.

N G E L A ‘s L I B

of the supermarket. A worker was standing there, checking the purchase receipts before letting anyone exit with a shopping bag. Wesley’s hands were full, so he had to ask Blair, “Get the

and reached her hand inside his coat-pocket. It seemed Like the most logical

to look at her with a sidelong

the

the pockets of his trousers. While she

their facial

a little hoarse and trying to ignore the soft hand

it.” ‘The wrong pocket again?’ Blair

on with you, Blair?’ she

to the other side and carefully reached her hand inside the pocket again. She felt a wad of cash. To avoid more trouble, she drew them all out of his pocket and finally saw the receipt embedded within the hurried

the long, white piece of paper and put the money back

straight to the worker standing at the exit. She felt embarrassed to make eye contact with him. She tried to comfort herself by saying that it was inevitable and anyone would be if