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 the WeChat updates, waiting for

cell on the desk. He took a deep breath and commanded, "Come out,

the front of the group. He smiled at Wesley awkwardly. "Evening, Chief." Wesley shot them a cold glance without a word and took out a cigarette from his

and Bowman walked over quickly.

a smoke to kill some time. But they had no lighter. They knew Wesley had one, so they came as a group to borrow

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

Instead of giving them the lighter, he handed them his

and lit his cigarette with

towards Wesley and asked, "Can I have your lighter,

and lit another cigarette,

point. He scratched his head and asked again, "Chief, may I borrow your lighter, please?" This time, Wesley put his

he turned to call

pretty weird about this. It was 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

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done?" Wesley asked as he edited

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

message. "Run five

on duty, he summoned up some courage and protested, "This is

and asked,

"What do you think, guys? Let

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