True Love Waits

Chapter 539 The Ride

Wesley was annoyed. He had never met a woman as troublesome as Blair. "Get up!" he ordered harshly.

Blair sat up on the bed.

The next thing she knew, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her off the bed.

"Ow! You're hurting me!" she cried out.

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.

The college doctor was prescribing some medicine to a student in his office. He happened to see Wesley carrying Blair on his shoulder as he walked by his office. His eyes widened like saucers in shock.

He walked to the door immediately in the hope of reminding Wesley that he wasn't supposed to treat a girl so roughly, let alone a patient who had recently had heatstroke.

But he wasn't quick enough. By the time he reached the hallway, Wesley was already out of sight.

Lying upside down on Wesley's shoulder, Blair's head swam uncontrollably. And the jolt made her nauseated. She felt like puking. But before she could say anything, she was stuffed into a car. Wesley got into the driver's seat and started the vehicle. As the car slowly left the university, Blair felt a little better and realized that she was in a black Hummer with premium equipment. She looked around the car and asked, "Is this car yours?"

"Hmm." He gave her a lukewarm response.

get the money for this?" Considering his age and position, she didn't

me as a

wished she knew some moneybags

him that maybe she would decide to chase his loaded friend instead of

the name before. Besides, Blair only had eyes

disappointed. But he didn't say anything else and focused on

the car pulled into Hillside Apartments. After parking the car in the underground parking lot,

waiting for her to get down. She was about to jump down,

checked the height and thought, 'Too high? Are you serious?' Not wanting to argue with her anymore, he put his hands around her waist and carried her out of the car as if he were carrying a

put her down, she wrapped her legs around his

fell, Wesley closed the car door with one hand and held

"Get down," he demanded.

burying her face in his

go

"Fine."

clung on to him like a koala holding on to a

be mad and glared at her. But she wasn't looking at

minutes. Wesley had only two options-either he took her upstairs like this, or he somehow made her get down. Finally, he made his decision. He wrapped both of his arms around her waist and

a triumphant

floor. When they reached her apartment, Blair got off him

she didn't look

his pocket, gave it to her and

opened all the car windows to

and smoked while he waited for her scent to disappear. When it was about done, he stubbed out the cigarette and

the past few days, Blair got up early the next morning and waited at the elevator on

she met

out that he had been