True Love Waits

Chapter 557 Dinner For Three

The girl was Megan.

When she saw Blair and Wesley walk out of the elevator together, she was taken aback at first, and then she squeezed out some tears and ran into Wesley's arms, weeping.

Wesley was concerned. "What's the matter?" he asked tenderly.

"I think someone is still stalking me."

Wesley turned towards the other side of the hallway. Seeing what he was doing, Blair turned her head too. Two bodyguards stood there. Noticing Wesley was staring at them, one of them walked over. "They were gangsters, Mr. Li. They followed us all the way here. Mr. Huo is still out of the country."

While they were talking, Blair placed her finger on the fingerprint scanner. With a beep, the door was unlocked, and she pushed it open and walked in sullenly.

When she closed the door, she could still hear Wesley discussing the stalkers in the hallway.

She turned the lights on, changed into slippers, and walked into the kitchen.

It was only when she opened the fridge that it occurred to her that she had forgotten to go to the grocery store. The fridge itself was pretty bare. There were only a few tomatoes sitting in there. She checked the cabinet and could only find two packages of instant noodles.

It seemed instant noodles would be the only thing on the menu tonight.

She tossed a packet of instant noodles onto the top of the counter and walked into the bedroom to get changed.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Who could that be?

It couldn't be Wesley. He was comforting his sad, terrified niece.

Blair peeked through the cat's eye and saw Wesley standing outside, looking a little impatient. She opened the door quickly and asked, "What can I do for you, Mr. Li?"

Wesley always got to the point. "I have stuff in my fridge. You're a better cook than I am, so why not come over and cook? We can eat together."

you and me or the three of us?" asked Blair. That was an important distinction. She

three of us." Megan hadn't eaten either. Wesley intended to

being the third wheel, so I'll have to say

in him. But he didn't give up. A moment

to herself, 'One, two, three, four,

Her name is Megan Lan. She's not

let me know what's going on.'

to lose patience. He looked at her and asked her point-blank, "Are

say, "Yes." Wesley, you

into his apartment. Where was Megan? She didn't see the girl anywhere. When she heard the door close, Megan trotted out from a bedroom. "Hi, nice to see you," she greeted Blair. "Nice to see you too," Blair

dinner," Megan said to her

very cordial. She turned around and gave Megan

the bag and got an idea what to cook. She started to wash

well. He wore casual clothes, his hair half wet. From the

wondering why he was in the

vegetables on the floor

but figured the girl had gone into the bedroom to do her homework. Blair nodded to him and continued busying herself

again. Since Megan was nowhere to be seen, she wondered if she should

two of them around, it wouldn't be

staring at the living room, spacing out, Wesley followed

her thoughts and broke her out of her reverie. She dropped the celery, washed her hands in the sink,

present in it. Her heart was racing from the rush. She took a few seconds to calm herself down. She looked as if nothing had ever happened when she walked back

had just trimmed the chives. He picked up an eggplant, wondering whether Blair would

Blair quietly walked into the

figure out of the corner of his eye. Then he grabbed the broom and silently swept the leaves and stray cuttings

blushing, Blair stumbled over her words, "Um,

at her and