Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Wesley looked down at her wrist and realized that he was holding her where the needle had been pricked when she was on an IV drip.

“I’m sorry,” he said with a frown.

“I told you I wouldn’t be able to finish the five-kilometer run, but you insisted I run. Because of that, I ended up having heatstroke, and you are still so mean to me. Wesley, I’m a girl, not a military man,”

Blair protested.

Her Last sentence was a reminder. It struck him that she wasn’t as tough as the soldiers he trained every day. He couldn’t treat her the same way he treated them.

Just as she was expecting some comforting words from him, he bent over, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Blair shrieked.

As he passed the side-table on his way to the ward door, he grabbed her medicine and tucked it into his pocket.

student in his office. He happened to see Wesley carrying Blair on his shoulder as he walked by his office. His eyes widened

supposed

quick enough. By the time he reached the hallway, Wesley was already out of

Wesley’s shoulder, Blair’s head swam uncontrollably. And the jolt made her nauseated. She felt like

before she could say anything, she was stuffed into a

the car slowly left the university,

Angela’s Library

the car and asked, “Is

her a lukewarm

Considering his age and position, she didn’t think

gave it to me

some rich friends.” She wished she knew some moneybags

answer her. But then it dawned on him that maybe she would decide to chase his loaded