True Love Waits

Chapter 550 A Wuss

Blair could only watch helplessly as Wesley put his phone back in his pocket.

It wasn't long after that Talbot finished cooking. When he walked out of the kitchen with a plate of food, an awkward silence hung between Blair and Wesley. But he was too slow to realize it. "Come and get it!" Wesley shot to his feet first and went to the kitchen to help Talbot set the table.

Blair followed him and began to ladle porridge for them.

Just as she picked up the ladle, someone stopped her. "You scalded your arm, remember? Let me do it," said Wesley.

He took the ladle away from her without a second thought and began to dish it out into the bowls.

Blair shrugged and sat at the dining room table, waiting for the two.

Talbot's cooking skills were amazing, like he said. Blair raved about the dishes, telling him what a terrific cook he was.

The cook, however, blushed. He tried to change the topic. "Have some more. Try this Chinese yam. Easy on the stomach and good for healing."

Blair nodded. "Thanks, Talbot." After she ate it, she exclaimed, "Wow! That's really sweet!"

"Of course! I picked it myself. Hey, you know how to pick Chinese yams?" Blair shook her head, so Talbot continued, "Make sure they're firm all the way around, and the skin isn't all wrinkled. And you don't want any cracks in it, either." It was obvious he was passionate about the subject.

Wesley, who kept silent all this time, watched Talbot continue to heap food onto Blair's plate while the two laughed happily. As time went by, anger rose in his heart.

After dinner, Blair sat on the sofa to get some rest.

Talbot cleaned up, while Wesley washed the dishes.

Talbot came over to Wesley and whispered in his ear, "What's going on, Chief? Yeah, I saw you at dinner. You sure there's nothing between you and her?"

Wesley cast a scornful glance at him and asked in reply, "What's it to you?"

the back of his head and gave him a shy smile. "I figured I'd ask her out. But if you like her, I'll

him away and spat out, "I don't like her!" He had a murderous look on his face, his hands balled into fists. Talbot steeled himself

few steps back, murmuring

past the kitchen. "Hey, who were you guys talking about?" she

to defuse the situation, and still stunned at Wesley's reaction. Without a second thought, he answered casually, "You." Blair

taking that one

Blair standing at the door to the kitchen. "No, no, not you. I meant

like me." He made that

Still, Wesley remained silent.

has his pick. Are a lot of

Talbot nodded. "Oh yeah. Don't get upset. He doesn't really date anyone. We're used

took the apple from her hand. "Let me make it. I slice, I dice, but wait, there's more," he said, mocking the knife

I'm not disabled. You already cooked dinner," Blair argued and took the

and you shouldn't overextend yourself. I'll make

even say another word, Wesley threw the chopsticks into

angry man at the same time. While holding half of the apple, Talbot asked his superior innocently,

instinct. He

direction. She was about to pick it up, but Wesley turned his foot sideways and kept it from rolling further. "Get out! You're not well, and

really couldn't figure out the reason he was

'Poor Talbot!

He cooked and cleaned, and

He simply had no cutting skills at all! The apple was simply cut

remove the

to wonder whether Wesley could even cook. Maybe he wasn't exaggerating

aren't you eating?" Wesley asked when

no other choice, Blair speared a piece of dragon fruit with her fork.

cut it right, Wesley rolled his eyes and spat, "You could've finished it in one bite. If you didn't want it, then why did I make it?" In order to prove himself, he picked up a piece of dragon fruit and ate it in one