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.

desk, dispirited, reading

phone, he set the cell on the desk. He took a deep breath and

group 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

walked over quickly. "Hey Chief,

wanted to have a smoke to kill some time. But they had no lighter.

on the phone. His usual authoritative, commanding voice was gone. The striking softness in his tone made the soldiers slow down. They

at the lighter in his hand. Instead of giving them

it and lit his cigarette

out his hand towards Wesley and

and lit another cigarette, which he

asked again, "Chief, may I borrow your lighter, please?"

he turned to call

just 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

it for some

you guys

Maybe Sherman. I'm not

an heirloom, or a gift

exchanged knowing looks and said one name simultaneously,

you done?" Wesley asked as he

stressed the last word, indicating he was running out of patience. "Fine. Every one of

sent the message.

thought it unfair. Since they were not on duty, he summoned up some courage and

him and

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

"bully" Talbot openly, the rest of the group all stubbed out their cigarettes and got