True Love Waits

Chapter 558 Why Did You Eat My Food

Hearing the noise in the living room, Wesley looked at his watch to check the time. 'It's about time for dinner,' he thought. He stood and told Megan, "Come and eat. You can do the rest after dinner." "Okay,"

They walked out of the bedroom to find that Blair was nowhere to be found. The table was set, chock-full of various dishes. The smell reached Wesley's nostrils, and his stomach growled obligingly. Megan jogged over to the table excitedly and said, "A six-course meal and soup. Man, I'm starved! Let's wash up, Uncle Wesley."

Wesley pondered for a while and said, "Wait a sec. I'll be back."

Then he turned and left the apartment. The smile on Megan's face vanished as she watched him leave.

Wesley rang the doorbell a few times, but Blair didn't come to the door. Anxious and impatient, he keyed in the password to her apartment and slipped inside.

The apartment was dark. It seemed no one was home. "Blair," he called. But no one answered.

He believed Blair wasn't home.

'She cooked dinner, but left my apartment. She didn't eat, she didn't even say goodbye. What the hell?'

Because he couldn't find Blair, Wesley grew anxious.

He took out his phone to call her, only to realize that he didn't have her number.

Blair had once tried to friend him on WeChat, but she changed her mind in the end.

Looking around her empty apartment, Wesley grew more irritated by the minute.

After leaving his place, instead of going back to her own apartment, Blair took the elevator, went downstairs and walked out of the apartment complex. 'Oops, I left the gift I bought for Wesley in the cabinet,' she remembered, not long after she had left the building. 'Never mind. I'll grab it some other time.

If he finds it, then I won't have to go through the trouble to give it to him.'

wind chilled her to the bone. Roaming the streets, she had no destination in mind. She had to

after so many days had put her in the best of

was

bedroom alone with Megan. She wondered what they were

knock on the door, either. That would be rude. She waited and waited for what

the bowl full

didn't wait for long enough before she put a piece of steaming fish

and she chewed in a hurry while covering

a long sigh.

put the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and

Wesley, standing next to her

sweats. 'It's so cold outside, and he didn't bundle up. Is he looking for me? Did he leave in a hurry? Was he

Blair. The

right hand without answering and pulled her to

of the snack

the steaming oden. He let go of her, picked up the bowl and poured all of it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk while he chewed

gaped at him. 'He ate from the same bowl as me. It's

soup. After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the bin and held her wrist, leading

she asked pitifully. That snack bar was locally famous, the food fantastic. She loved it, but had been too busy preparing for

even let her have

but noticing she was only wearing a thin coat, he quickened

jog to keep up with him. "Wait up. Let go of me. I want

Wesley didn't stop. He led her into the building, still

on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke. "I invited you over to have dinner, not to cook." Hearing this, somehow, she stopped. She massaged her aching wrist. "Oh,"

nothing else. Wesley was surprised by her