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

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

the corner, pushing and nudging each other. Lenard was pushed to the front of the group. He smiled at Wesley awkwardly. "Evening, Chief." Wesley shot them a cold glance without

it, Talbot and Bowman walked over

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

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 his burning

took it and lit his cigarette with

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

another cigarette,

what he wanted 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,

turned

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

it for

of you guys get

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

heirloom, or a

this, they exchanged knowing looks and said one name

asked as he edited his message

he was running out of patience. "Fine. Every one

message. "Run five

unfair. Since they were not on duty, he summoned up some

looked at him and asked, "You

Wesley. "What do you think, guys?

Talbot openly, the rest of the group all stubbed out their cigarettes