Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Right, right.” In the blink of an eye, the dishes on the table were all gone.

“Do you mind?” Wesley asked her on the way to the booth.

Blair understood what he was referring to-inviting his men along to dine with them.

“Not at all.” She shook her head.

“Now you can order more dishes. They’re not picky eaters either. Order whatever you want,” Wesley continued.

Blair was happy. Now she could order everything that caught her eye

And she wouldn’t have to waste a morsel.

the private booth until she had

it was done, she walked in to see everyone was seated. But upon seeing her, the soldiers stood

to meet

everyone else in the restaurant heard them. They looked around, wondering what that sound

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was usually composed, now she wasn’t. Before she could respond, someone pulled out the chair next to Wesley and said with a big smile,

Blair was flustered.

“Th-thank you,” she said.

down, Wesley glared at the soldiers,

took their seats and started bombarding Blair

she just preferred to listen. But at this point, she couldn’t pull her usual wallflower act,

of minutes, she found out that talking to the

some cases funny. It