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.

doorbell rang. 'Who is it now? It's late,' she wondered. After she trudged across her apartment, she pulled open the door. Wesley was there, gasping for breath like he'd just run a

he must've taken the stairs, rather than

threw her a quick glance. "Your uncle asked me to check on

she wanted was rest. Blair

slathered some ointment on it. "How's

ointment on it. Thanks for your concern, Mr.

all right. But he didn't press the issue. Watching him go back to his apartment and shut the door without giving her a second

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

was faint. She wondered if she was dreaming. She kept

line, Adalson was stunned for a

said, but something didn't feel right. I'm ringing her doorbell, and she's not

told him the password and

"Sure, Uncle."

to open her eyes to see

called Adalson. "She has a

left the city and her parents..." He paused, let out a sigh

After a moment's silence,

he returned to the ward and sat down in a chair beside the bed. He fixed his

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

bad. The second time,

felt so helpless. Why didn't she take

thinking for a moment, he stood up from his chair and grabbed a cotton ball. He dipped it in a glass of water and cleaned her wounds. After that, he applied the new ointment

a little in her sleep, maybe because it stung. Wesley adjusted his technique and did it more

difference between his arm and hers.