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.

at her desk, dispirited, reading

got off the phone, he set the cell on the desk. He took

came out 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." Wesley shot them a cold glance without a word and took

walked over quickly. "Hey Chief, can we borrow your

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

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

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

lit his cigarette with

hand towards Wesley and asked, "Can I

him and lit another cigarette, which he handed to

his head and asked again, "Chief, may I borrow your

turned

them? Before, Wesley had even lent them

it for some

you guys get to borrow

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

an heirloom, or a

knowing looks and said one name simultaneously,

as

of patience. "Fine. Every one of you gets to train tonight!" he added. The soldiers

message.

not on duty, he summoned up

and asked, "You

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

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