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, waiting for

off the phone, he set the cell on the

other. Lenard was pushed to the front of the group.

him light it, Talbot and Bowman walked over

all off-duty tonight and wanted to have a smoke to kill some time. But they had no lighter. They knew Wesley had one,

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

Instead of giving them the lighter,

it and lit his cigarette

and

and lit another cigarette, which he handed

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?" This time, Wesley put his lighter in his pocket

he turned

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 was on the phone, they talked among

it for some

guys get

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

an heirloom, or a gift from

this, they exchanged knowing looks and

you done?" Wesley asked as he edited his message

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

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

the rest of the group all stubbed