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.

her desk, dispirited, reading the WeChat updates, waiting for

he set the cell on the desk. He took a deep breath

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

over quickly. "Hey Chief, can we

to kill some time. But they had no lighter. They knew

authoritative, commanding voice was gone. The striking softness in his tone made the

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

lit his cigarette with

hand towards Wesley and asked,

ignored him and lit another cigarette,

and asked again, "Chief, may I borrow your lighter, please?" This time,

turned to

confused. He was 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 his place and his car. While

it

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heirloom, or a gift from

this, they exchanged knowing looks and said one name simultaneously,

you done?" Wesley asked as he edited

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 they heard that. "Ch-chief, it's our day off.

the message. "Run

Since they were not on duty, he summoned up some courage and

and asked,

at Wesley. "What

the rest of the group all stubbed out their cigarettes and