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?"

a shy smile. "I figured I'd ask her out. But if you like her, I'll back

"I don't like her!" He had a murderous look on his face, his hands balled into fists. Talbot steeled himself in case Wesley tried to

go. He took a few steps back, murmuring in a low voice, "Hey, hey. I'll

said those words, Blair happened to walk past the kitchen. "Hey, who

reaction. Without a second thought, he answered casually, "You." Blair and

no taking that

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

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

Still, Wesley remained silent.

the one with the crush. He probably has his pick. Are a lot of

weren't right there. Talbot nodded. "Oh yeah. Don't

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 dinner," Blair argued and took the apple

is hurt, and you

the

at the same time. While holding half of the apple,

answered by instinct. He

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 not well, and you need

Blair really couldn't figure out the

'Poor Talbot!

his top constantly. He cooked and cleaned, and now he still has to do

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

even remove the

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

aren't you eating?" Wesley asked when Blair didn't

fruit with her fork. It

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