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

set the cell on the desk. He took a deep

the front of the group. He smiled at Wesley awkwardly. "Evening, Chief." Wesley shot them a cold glance without a

Talbot and Bowman walked over

wanted to have a smoke to kill some time. But they had no lighter. They knew

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

of giving them the lighter, he handed them his

and lit his cigarette with

out his hand towards Wesley and asked, "Can I

him and lit another cigarette, which he

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

he turned to call

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 Wesley

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an heirloom, or

exchanged knowing looks and said one

asked as he edited his message

of patience. "Fine. Every one of you gets

message. "Run

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

looked at him and asked, "You think it's

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rest of the group all stubbed out