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 up in unison and greeted

to meet

door and the walls. Little did they know, everyone else in the restaurant heard them. They looked around, wondering what that

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usually composed, now she wasn’t. Before she could respond, someone pulled out the chair next to Wesley

Blair was flustered.

“Th-thank you,” she said.

sat down, Wesley glared at

seats and started bombarding Blair

talked much during social occasions. Even at parties where she knew everyone, she just preferred to listen. But at

couple of minutes, she found out that talking to the soldiers was actually fun. She

some cases funny.