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?"

scratched the back of his head and gave him a shy smile. "I figured I'd ask her out.

He had a murderous look on his face, his hands balled into fists. Talbot steeled himself in case Wesley tried to

not the way he expected the conversation to go. He took a few steps back, murmuring in a low voice, "Hey, hey. I'll

words, Blair happened to walk past the kitchen. "Hey, who were you guys talking about?" she asked

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

was no taking that one

moment Talbot uttered that word, he realized something wasn't right. He raised his head and saw Blair standing at the door to the kitchen. "No, no, not you. I meant me. Our chief said he didn't like me," Talbot said

and patted his shoulder. "It's fine. I know he doesn't like me." He made that pretty clear,' she

Still, Wesley remained silent.

has his pick. Are a lot

yeah. Don't get upset. He doesn't

different from any other woman, at least where he's concerned. Hey, Talbot. Do you like fruit? I'm putting together a fruit plate," she offered and opened the refrigerator. Talbot put the mop away and took the apple from her hand. "Let me make it. I slice, I dice, but wait, there's

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

Your arm is hurt, and

word, Wesley threw the chopsticks into the sink heavily, spilling water

turned to look at the angry man at the same time. While holding half of the apple, Talbot asked his superior innocently, "What's going on, Chief?" Wesley washed his hands under the running

instinct. He let go of the

good hold on it either, and it dropped onto the floor, rolling in Wesley's direction. She was about to pick it up, but Wesley turned his foot sideways and kept it from rolling further. "Get out! You're

figure out the reason he

'Poor Talbot!

about his commanding officer blowing his top constantly. He cooked and cleaned, and now he

brought the fruit platter out to the table. But when Blair saw it, her face twitched. He simply had no cutting skills at all! The apple was simply cut in half.

remove the cantaloupe

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

Wesley asked when Blair didn't

fruit with her fork. It took her five bites

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