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.

just closed her eyes when the doorbell rang. 'Who is it now? It's late,' she wondered. After she trudged across her apartment, she pulled open the

must've taken the stairs, rather than the elevator. Expressionless, she

threw her a quick glance. "Your uncle asked me

Adalson is so concerned about my love life. He helps out a lot,' she thought, though her head was heavy and all she wanted was rest. Blair merely nodded and added, "Thanks." She didn't invite him

her arm-she had slathered some ointment on it. "How's

on it. Thanks for

didn't seem all right. But he didn't press the issue. Watching him go back to

to her bedroom and hit the hay at once. She was fast asleep in no time, thanks to the

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

other side of the line, Adalson was stunned for a moment. "Why?

Blair's red face earlier and replied, "I know what I said, but something

him the password and reminded him, "Let me

"Sure, Uncle."

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

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

just left the city and her parents..." He paused, let out a sigh and continued, "Wesley, please take care of her for me, for just a

at the ceiling, baffled. After a moment's silence,

returned to the ward and sat down in a chair beside the

life then, but now she lay motionless in the hospital

first time, she didn't look that bad. The second time, she'd fallen

didn't she take

He dipped it in a glass of water and cleaned her wounds. After that, he applied the new ointment to her

sleep, maybe because it stung. Wesley adjusted his technique and did it more

his arm and hers. Her skin was fair and