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.

reading the WeChat

he set the cell on the desk. He took

around the corner, pushing and nudging each other. Lenard was pushed to the front of the group. He smiled at Wesley awkwardly. "Evening, Chief."

walked over quickly. "Hey Chief,

kill some time. But they had no lighter.

The striking softness in his tone made the soldiers slow down.

his hand. Instead of giving them the lighter, he

lit his cigarette with

towards Wesley and asked, "Can I have

another

asked again, "Chief, may I borrow your lighter, please?" This time, Wesley put his lighter in his

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

of you guys get

me. Maybe Sherman. I'm not sure. I saw him

it's an heirloom, or a gift

exchanged knowing looks and said one

you done?" Wesley asked as he edited

stressed the last word, indicating he was running out of patience. "Fine. Every one of you gets to train tonight!" he added. The soldiers pulled a face when they heard that. "Ch-chief, it's our day

message. "Run

he summoned up some courage and protested, "This is bogus! We just said her

at him and asked, "You

what he said immediately. But he still nodded at Wesley. "What do you think, guys? Let Talbot know," Wesley said to the

Talbot openly, the rest of the group all stubbed out