True Love Waits

Chapter 544 Her Fair Skin

The words "handsome" or "beautiful" always get people's attention. Hearing Joslyn say this, Blair merely nodded and followed her into the crowd of students.

Much to Blair's surprise, she discovered Wesley and the other drillmasters were onsite at the training ground.

Wesley led the other drillmasters in regular military exercises, like lying down, crawling on the belly and crawling in different postures. Every soldier needed to finish a whole set of exercises.

Blair elbowed her way to the front row and watched them training with keen interest. Now the soldiers were practicing capturing techniques, roundhouse kicks, wrestling, throwing left and right hooks, and switching opponents. The crowd was excited by the show.

Then the most interesting part: More than ten drillmasters surrounded Wesley, backing him into the metaphorical corner. He had no choice but to fight back. In the blink of an eye, all of his opponents were dispatched-thrown to the ground, or signaling they were unable to continue.

The deafening screams from the crowd made Blair's ears ring. Nonetheless, she ignored it and locked her eyes on the handsome and capable man, eyes glimmering with admiration. The way Wesley took down his own men was so cool that she wanted to scream as well.

Her anger towards him vanished into thin air. She completely forgot what she had said earlier. Drawing closer to Joslyn, Blair whispered, "I take it all back. He's so hot and I'm not giving up on him now." He was sharp-tongued. But his handsome face and his nearly superhuman ability outweighed his shortcomings.

'I knew it.' Joslyn rolled her eyes at Blair and said, "Good luck to you. If you can win over a guy like that, you'll feel secure every night in his arms."

Practically drooling, Blair nodded and echoed her words, "Agreed."

After a day's classes, Blair and Joslyn had dinner together and then went their separate ways.

It wasn't until she was back home that Blair found her body temperature was a little high. She touched her forehead. It seemed like she had a fever.

She sighed gloomily. One misfortune followed another.

She was held hostage in the library, got heatstroke on the playground, scalded her arm at the cafeteria and now had a fever. Probably, the fever was caused by her burn. But she did have quite a week. Drained of energy, Blair changed into her pajamas without a shower, and then climbed onto bed.

'Who is it now? It's late,' she wondered. After she trudged across her apartment, she pulled open the door. Wesley was there,

the stairs, rather than the elevator. Expressionless, she said,

glance. "Your uncle asked

lot,' she thought, though her head was heavy and all she wanted was rest. Blair merely nodded and

had slathered

on it. Thanks for your concern,

didn't press the issue. Watching him go back to his apartment

back to her bedroom and hit the hay at once. She

seemed like she closed her eyes when a doorbell invaded her sleep. But it was faint. She wondered if she was dreaming. She kept her eyes closed and drifted off. Wesley stood outside her apartment and called Adalson. "Hi Uncle Adalson, what's the password

the line, Adalson was stunned for a moment. "Why? What's

thought of Blair's red face earlier and replied, "I know what I said, but something didn't feel right. I'm

password and reminded him, "Let

"Sure, Uncle."

Blair felt a big hand on her forehead. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but no matter how she tried, she just couldn't open her heavy lids. At

the hospital bed. She was put on a drip. He called Adalson. "She has a high fever-39.8 degrees Celsius. Her burn wounds are infected. She's been put on a drip in

"39.8? Wow. She can't even take care of herself? I'm busy these days. Hartwell just left the city and her parents..."

ceiling, baffled. After a moment's silence, he promised, "Don't

ward and sat down in a chair beside the bed. He fixed his eyes on the sleeping

how she glared at him at noon. She was full of life then, but now she lay motionless in the hospital bed, with an

bad. The second time, she'd fallen into a stupor

felt so helpless. Why didn't she take care

up from his chair and grabbed a cotton ball. He dipped it in a glass of water

because it stung. Wesley adjusted his technique and did it more

his arm and hers. Her