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.

desk, dispirited, reading the

on the desk. He took a deep breath

was pushed to the front of the group. He smiled at Wesley awkwardly. "Evening, Chief." Wesley shot

and Bowman walked over quickly. "Hey Chief, can we

some time. But they had no lighter. They knew Wesley

gone. The striking softness in his tone made the

the lighter in his hand. Instead of giving them the lighter,

took it and lit his cigarette with

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

another cigarette, which

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

turned

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 something special. Limited edition,

had it

you guys

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

it's an heirloom, or a gift from

exchanged knowing looks and said one name simultaneously,

you done?" Wesley asked as he edited

a reply. He stressed the last word, indicating he was running out of patience. "Fine. Every one of

the message. "Run

unfair. Since they were not on duty, he summoned up some courage and protested, "This is bogus!

him and asked,

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

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