True Love Waits

Chapter 602 The Selfie

"Yes," Blair replied with a nod. "I wonder how your brother's doing. Should I call him? Did you call him?"

Wesley's brows knitted. "No. He deserved it." He felt Niles had crossed the line when he lied to their grandfather.

"What? I heard him screaming in pain over the phone when I called your grandpa. Don't you care about him at all? He's your brother."

"He was asking for it. So he screamed. He's always been loud, anyway. If he could still scream, it means he didn't get hit hard enough." Sometimes, Wesley thought that Niles should become an actor instead of a doctor. He'd be a superstar.

Blair knew Niles. He could be melodramatic sometimes. Still, she said, "Listen to you! I'd like to see you take a beating and see how well you do. You should call him later to make sure he's okay. He probably needs a friendly voice."

"I don't want to. Niles is a grown man. If he can't take his lumps like a man, then he needs gender reassignment surgery. It was just a ruler," Wesley retorted stubbornly.

'A ruler? Was that what his grandpa punished Niles with?' Blair wondered. "Fine. Then I'll text him on WeChat. You still busy?" she asked quietly. It felt so good to talk to him on such a serene night.

It bugged Wesley that Blair worried about Niles. He couldn't take his mind off it. "I'm not. Don't worry. I'll call him. I'll tell you how he is when I'm done."

"Okay. Coming back any time soon?" She missed him and couldn't help scrawling his name over and over again on a notebook.

Then her name. Blair. Wesley. She imagined their names as they'd be printed on their marriage licenses.

"No, I can't make it. If you need anything, call those guys I told you about."

"Oh..."

She was disappointed. Then for a moment, neither of them spoke. Pouting, Blair doodled over Wesley's name. "Call Niles. Talk to you later."

"Okay."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Blair hung up reluctantly.

at her desk, dispirited, reading the WeChat updates, waiting for

cell on the desk. He took a

of men came out from around the corner, pushing and nudging each other. Lenard was pushed to the front of the group. He smiled at Wesley awkwardly. "Evening, Chief." Wesley shot them a cold

light it, Talbot and Bowman walked over quickly. "Hey

off-duty tonight and wanted to have a smoke to kill some time. But they had no lighter. They knew Wesley had

usual authoritative, commanding voice was gone. The striking softness in his tone made

lighter in his hand. Instead of giving them the

and lit his

held out his hand towards Wesley and

another cigarette, which he

the soldier to light his cigarette with, but Talbot didn't get his point. He scratched his head and asked again, "Chief, may I borrow your lighter, please?" This time, Wesley put his lighter in his pocket and said, "Find another

turned

Wesley had even lent them his

had it for some

of you guys get to

I'm not sure. I saw him smoking

an heirloom, or a gift from

looks and said one

you done?" Wesley asked as he edited his message

patience. "Fine. Every one of you gets to train tonight!" he added. The soldiers pulled a face when

the message. "Run

Since they were not on duty, he summoned up some courage and

looked at him and asked, "You think

at Wesley. "What do you think, guys? Let Talbot know,"

of the group all stubbed out their cigarettes