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?"

shy smile. "I figured I'd ask

look on his face, his hands balled into fists. Talbot steeled himself

expected the conversation to go. He took a few steps back, murmuring in a low voice, "Hey, hey. I'll drop it, okay? You don't like

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

the situation, and still stunned at Wesley's reaction. Without a

taking that

standing at the door to the kitchen. "No, no,

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

Still, Wesley remained silent.

has his pick. Are a lot of

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

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 more," he said, mocking the knife commercials. Blair laughed

not disabled. You already cooked

no! You're still sick. Your arm is hurt, and you shouldn't

even say another word, Wesley threw the chopsticks into the sink heavily, spilling

angry man at the same time. While holding half of the apple, Talbot

Talbot answered by instinct. He let go of

and kept

angry? Why?' Blair really couldn't figure out

'Poor Talbot!

has to worry about his commanding officer blowing his top constantly. He cooked and cleaned, and now he still has to

the table. But when Blair saw it, her face twitched. He simply had no cutting skills at

even remove the

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

aren't you eating?" Wesley asked

choice, Blair speared a piece of dragon fruit with her fork.

his eyes and spat, "You could've finished it in one bite. If you didn't want it, then