True Love Waits

Chapter 583 Shopping Together

Blair stole a glance at Wesley's face as she took her phone from him. Somehow she felt that he didn't want her to move out. But since he hadn't said anything otherwise to make her stay yet, she was afraid that she might be wrong. "I might never need it. After I move out, most probably, I won't have a reason to trouble you anymore," she reminded him in a sad, low voice.

It wasn't impossible that such would be the case. She had been out of touch with Wesley for a long time after she had moved out of the Hillside Apartments, just like she had been out of touch with him after she had gone abroad.

Silence fell inside the car. She was waiting for him to say something.

But Wesley didn't. He started the engine, and the car ran through the exit of the apartment complex with only its engine to break the silence. Even that hum felt like silence in the awkwardness of the situation. Sadness took hold of Blair, as if something was clutching at her heart. She couldn't look at him, nor did she want him to see her sad, so she turned to look out the window. For the first time, she really didn't feel like talking even though she was around him.

They arrived at the supermarket pretty soon. It wasn't that far through car. Blair unbuckled the seat belt and was about to get out of the car when Wesley grabbed her arm and stopped her. "There's an umbrella in the trunk. Wait here. I'll get it."

He got out and brought the umbrella from the trunk. Then he opened the passenger door and carried Blair out of the car.

"Are you coming with me?" Blair asked, looking at him longingly. She wanted him to.

"Yeah. I can help you choose. I know her likes and dislikes," Wesley answered.

That made sense. As Cecelia's son, he sure knew her better than Blair did.

They walked towards the supermarket with him holding the umbrella for the both of them. There was one second when Blair was one step behind. Only then did she find out that most of the umbrella was over her. Wesley's left shoulder was all wet. What was this man doing!

Blair was moved. But since he had already made it clear that he didn't like her, she thought that he was doing this only because he was a gentleman.

She looked up at the umbrella and moved closer to him so that it could shield both of them.

the puddle on the ground. "Be careful!"

he was quick enough to pull her into his arms

looked down at the puddle and told him, "I'm wearing white shoes. I would be damned if I had walked into it.

that he didn't let go of her until they had reached the entrance to the supermarket. Locked in his arms, Blair was so flustered she didn't even know where to put her hands.

browsing around, they went straight to the

there a difference between

does she

towels.

prefer milk

not sure." I

that you are her son?" "Does

glum face, he changed his answer from "I don't know"

of new questions. "What does she like best? Dried mangoes? Nuts? Chips? Does she like oats or

don't know." There were those three

just claim that he knew his mom's likes and dislikes?

snacks. Some of them were her favorites and some were taken at random. Wesley picked

thought, she put the packet of

it with her face. "It's even bigger

have to bury her face in the bag to eat. 'Alas! He sucks at making conversation, let alone cracking

wandering around to choose

they came to the kitchen supplies section. Blair looked back at Wesley, who was pushing

and opened the QR code to pay, but Wesley stopped her while

lot of products in the cart were for her. She felt embarrassed letting