True Love Waits

Chapter 586 A Good Mother-in-law

Cecelia suddenly held Blair's hand and said with much emphasis, "Just be yourself. Don't hold back."

"What?" Blair was confused.

"I heard from your uncle that you used to be upbeat, outgoing. Cheerful, even. You're a lot quieter now, maybe because your parents died. Blair, you're like my own daughter. Do what you want to do. Be who you want to be. Okay?"

The kind mother's warm words touched Blair's heart. Tears sprang to her eyes and they flowed down her cheek. "Okay..." she sobbed.

'Cecelia is so great. I wonder if she really could be my mother-in-law.' Blair felt a little sentimental, uncertain about her future. 'If Wesley and I can make it work.'

The night grew deeper. The two women didn't stop chatting until the small hours. At that point, Cecelia had to give it up and close her eyes to sleep.

Listening to Cecelia's steady breathing, Blair stared at the ceiling, pondering what had happened earlier that night.

She wondered if Wesley also had feelings for her. Otherwise, why would he keep snatching every chance he had to kiss her? Or was it just how men act around women?

Before she closed her eyes to take some sleep, she checked the time on her phone. It was already 4:10 in the morning. No wonder she was tired! She lay back, closed her eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Not even three hours later, Wesley opened the door to the apartment. It was quiet inside. It seemed like the two women weren't awake yet.

He put the breakfast he'd bought in the kitchen and then walked back to the living room, dialing a number.

A sleepy voice mumbled, "Hello... Who is it?"

"It's me." Wesley's voice jarred Blair awake. She abruptly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Cecelia's sleeping face.

"I'm in the living room," Wesley said.

Blair checked the time. Way too early. 'Why is he so eager to go shopping with us?' she wondered.

of bed, put on her slippers and quietly opened the door. Then she

come out, Wesley hung up.

Blair suddenly realized that she hadn't freshened up yet, nor had she combed her messy hair. She hadn't even changed out

her up and down. Blair discreetly lowered her head to take a look at herself. She was dressed

he saw her like this. Her long hair fell on her creamy-white shoulders.

and took out his phone to distract

and asked, "Should

"Sure."

bedroom. Wesley's curious voice rang behind her.

turned her head

out. She didn't want to wake up my mom, ' he

Seeing her son on the sofa, she rolled her eyes and told him off, "I told you

so long to do everything. By the time we're ready to go,

out a cold humph. "We'll see. I'll

routine in a much shorter time.

still in her bedroom, doing her makeup. It was eight now but

voice, "Yay, I'm not the

Wesley walked straight to Blair's bedroom. He knocked lightly on the half-open door. "Come in,"

Wesley pushed it

essence. Wesley fixed his deep eyes at the woman's reflection in the mirror.

Wait a minute, okay? I want to look nice for your mom," Blair said. In fact, she almost never wore makeup, but to show her sincerity and respect to Cecelia, she decided to make

leaned against the

the mirror, feeling bashful. "Why are you looking at me? Out! Get

ate." He had breakfast before he even came

a bottle of sunscreen.

"Need what?"

"Sunscreen. It's spray-on."

down at his tanned arms. He never used anything like that. "No,

quietly made her way to the doorway of