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 made sure to close

up.

yet, nor had she combed her messy hair. She hadn't

done. Wesley was already looking her up and down. Blair discreetly lowered her head to take a look at herself. She was dressed in a slip

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

tore his eyes away and took out his phone to distract himself. "Freshen up

"Should I

"Sure."

returned to her bedroom. Wesley's curious voice rang behind

She turned her head

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

son on the sofa, she rolled her eyes and told him off, "I told you not to come so early. Nothing's open now." Generally, shopping

"You take so long to do everything. By the

out a cold humph. "We'll see.

much shorter time. However, much to their surprise, Blair was

was still in her bedroom, doing her makeup. It was eight now but she still hadn't

a triumphant voice, "Yay, I'm not the slowest

bedroom. He knocked lightly on the half-open

Wesley pushed it

sat at the dressing table, massaging her face with a cosmetic instrument to help absorb the intensive essence. Wesley fixed his deep eyes at

nice for your mom," Blair said. In fact, she almost never wore makeup, but to show her sincerity and respect to Cecelia, she

leaned against the closet, silently

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

already ate." He had breakfast

bottle of sunscreen. "It's sunny outside.

"Need what?"

"Sunscreen. It's spray-on."

tanned arms. He never used anything

dough stick in her hand, quietly made her way to the doorway of Blair's bedroom.