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.

dispirited, reading the WeChat updates,

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

from around the corner, pushing and nudging each other. Lenard was pushed to the front of the group. He smiled at Wesley awkwardly. "Evening, Chief."

it, Talbot and Bowman walked over quickly. "Hey Chief,

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

was gone. The striking softness in his tone made the soldiers slow down. They walked as quietly as they

in his hand. Instead of giving them the lighter,

lit his

hand towards Wesley and asked, "Can I have your lighter,

another cigarette, which 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

turned to call

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

had it

guys get

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

it's an heirloom, or a gift from

exchanged knowing looks and said one name simultaneously,

done?" Wesley asked as he edited his message to

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

sent the message. "Run five

he summoned up some courage and protested, "This is bogus!

him and asked,

he said immediately. But he still nodded at Wesley. "What do you think, guys? Let Talbot

the group all stubbed out their cigarettes and got ready to make a