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.

Wesley carrying Blair on his shoulder as he walked by his office. His eyes

door immediately in the hope of reminding Wesley that he wasn’t supposed to treat a girl

he reached the hallway, Wesley was already out of

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

she could say anything, she was stuffed

car slowly left the university, Blair felt

Angela’s Library

car and asked, “Is this car

gave her a

for this?” Considering his age and position, she didn’t

to me as

She wished she knew some moneybags who

it dawned on him that maybe she