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.

dispirited, reading

on the

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 glance without a

Talbot and Bowman walked over quickly. "Hey

to kill some time. But they

voice was gone. The striking softness in his tone made the soldiers slow down. They walked as quietly as they could and hid around the

his hand. Instead of giving them the lighter, he handed them

it and lit his cigarette

and asked,

lit another cigarette, which he handed

was what he wanted 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?"

he turned to call

a lighter. Why did he refuse to lend it to them? Before, Wesley had even lent them his place and his car. While Wesley was on the phone, they talked among themselves. "That lighter must be something special.

had it for some

guys

I'm not sure. I saw

or a gift from someone

they exchanged knowing looks and said

asked as he

didn't get a reply. He stressed the last word, indicating he was running out of patience. "Fine. Every one of you gets to train tonight!"

message. "Run five

unfair. Since they were not on duty, he summoned up some courage and protested, "This is bogus! We just said

at him and asked, "You think

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

an opportunity to "bully" Talbot openly, the rest of the group all stubbed out their