True Love Waits

Chapter 564 He Felt Lost

'My fiance, my fiancee...' Wesley's face fell as he heard these words. But he said nothing and merely nodded his head.

After the small talk, Miller walked off, two suitcases on wheels and two bags on his back, and carefully escorted Blair into the elevator. Wesley stood and watched how Miller treated Blair. It was how marriage should be nice and comfortable.

Before the elevator doors closed, the woman inside the elevator made eye contact with the man in the hallway, their eyes full of complicated emotions. But Miller didn't notice the silent exchange between the two.

The doors closed. Standing in the silent, empty corridor of the 16th floor, Wesley felt lost. Blair had left, and he felt a hole inside his body where his heart was supposed to be.

Miller wasn't rich. His house downtown was nothing compared to her space in Hillside Apartments. But Blair didn't mind. She moved all her belongings there and stayed in Miller's house.

The next day, Joslyn, Hartwell and Miller saw Blair off at the airport. They didn't leave the airport until they saw Blair pass through security smoothly.

When Miller was about to leave, Joslyn suddenly called out to him. "Mr. Hong, Blair's gonna be all alone in London. Her family set her up there, but new city, new people. It's rough. Please see her whenever you can."

Without hesitation, Miller nodded his head. "Sure. Thanks for hooking us up. Don't worry, I'll treat her right."

Joslyn was satisfied with his assurance.

But the truth was, she didn't introduce Miller to Blair. She wouldn't hook Blair up with someone who wasn't rich and couldn't give her a comfortable life. When Blair was on a blind date, Miller was at the same restaurant, on a blind date too. His table was right next to Blair's.

her date, but Miller

Blair walked over to his table and struck up a conversation. In the end, they hit it off and decided to

Hartwell. After he left, Joslyn

sighed heavily. "Don't be mad. It's Blair's choice. She can't be with the man she loves the most,

his emotions. He was quick with a smile when he had to be. It was his job. But he could be himself now. He pulled a long face and blamed the girl who was already on the plane. "Maybe it's all the same to her, but there are still a ton of better men I could find for her. Why Miller? He's nearly ten years older than she is. Even if age doesn't matter, he's still so mediocre. What was she thinking?" Hartwell was eager to find out who was the man Blair really loved. He wanted to know who had hurt Blair, but no one told him about it. Adalson

the answer, but she said it wasn't her secret to tell. She wouldn't betray her best friend

of the country for three

squeeze. His mood was a little better

England, Blair had been busy with admission procedures and getting her bearings. A month later, when

streets.

quite cool these days. She felt comfortable walking

were friendly, and always invited her to different events. All the better to practice her English. They even invited her

by quickly. The Spring Festival was

small talk before heading upstairs to Adalson's study. Adalson was practicing Chinese calligraphy in his study. He was a

staying there instead of coming back for the Spring Festival. Dad, she's been studying hard all the semester.

secretly glanced at Wesley. He was pretty sure that would be a touchy subject. But Wesley's face was as calm as usual, as if he hadn't heard the name or it meant nothing to

inwardly, and said to Hartwell, "She'll come back. Your grandpa was pretty pissed when he found out she

cautiously, "Don't

it in the black ink and continued his calligraphy. Without looking at them, he said, "Leave Blair alone. You'll be here on the third day of Spring Festival, right? I'll ask your grandpa