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.

sat at her desk, dispirited, reading the WeChat updates,

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

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

him light it, Talbot and Bowman walked over quickly. "Hey Chief, can we borrow your

time. But they had no lighter. They knew Wesley

was on the phone. His usual authoritative, commanding voice was gone. The striking softness in his tone made the soldiers slow down. They walked as quietly as they could and

of giving them the lighter, he handed them

and lit

out his hand towards Wesley and asked, "Can I have your lighter,

another cigarette, which he

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

turned to

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,

had it for

of you guys get

Sherman. I'm not sure. I saw

or a gift from

they exchanged knowing looks and said one

as

get a reply. He 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

sent the message. "Run five

up some

him and asked, "You think

said immediately. But he still nodded at Wesley. "What do you think, guys? Let

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