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

the cell on the desk. He took a deep breath and

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

Talbot and Bowman walked over

and wanted to have a smoke to kill some time. But they

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

at the lighter in his hand. Instead of giving them the lighter, he handed them his burning

and lit his

his hand towards Wesley and asked, "Can I

lit another

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 and

turned to call

acting pretty weird about this. It was just a lighter. Why did he refuse to lend it to them? Before, Wesley had even lent them

it for

guys

not

an heirloom, or a gift from someone

looks and said

as he

he asked again when he didn't 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 a face when

message. "Run

were not on duty, he summoned up some courage

at him and asked, "You think it's

said immediately. But he still nodded at Wesley. "What

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