True Love Waits

Chapter 603

Chapter 603 He Missed Her


The pic she sent was a selfie. She sat in front of her dressing table, in a strapless peach nightgown. Her dark, lustrous hair, which was usually tied up, fell loose around her shoulders. She wore no makeup

except the lipstick Wesley bought her.

Wesley's hand shook a little, and the enlarged image snapped back to its normal size.

"You're quiet. That bad? Never mind. I'll take it down," Blair said.

Before she deleted the pic, Wesley saved it.

"I just wanted to let you know that not all lipstick is red. This one is buttermilk with a brownish tint. You can call it a Mocha lipstick shade."

Holding his phone in his left hand, and a cigarette between his fingers of his right, Wesley leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

The only thing he could think about was Blair. She filled his head. Her smile, her voice... the gentle Blair, the mischievous Blair, the aloof Blair, the angry Blair... Every one of them was adorable.

His finger slid across the screen of his phone. He found the picture and stared at it, longer this time, mesmerized.

He missed her so much, he realized.

The silence from Wesley was like a slap in the face. Blair felt humiliated.

She regretted ever sending him the photo. Not even patient enough to get the makeup remover, she grabbed a cotton swab and started to remove the lipstick. She was frustrated, angrily wiping her face clean. Afterwards, she tossed the lipstick into a drawer and buried it deep under the rest of the detritus in there. Behind the suntan lotion, underneath the loofah, mixed in with all the other shades she rarely touched. Then she went to bed, leaving the desk lamp on.

visit. She tossed and turned in bed,

reached for her phone out of reflex.

her phone to her ear. "You look very nice," he said. He was breathing heavily, as if he was

"nice" but "very nice." Blair thought the world was bright

him so long to reply? And I already deleted it. If he just saw my message, he shouldn't have

the puzzle, she asked,

In your pic,"

know what to say. She sent him an ellipsis and lay down, but still couldn't sleep. This time it was because of the thrill. She

her blanket, took the lipstick out of the drawer, and put it in the most conspicuous spot

so this was an essential part of their regimen. Sweat drenched the top he was wearing, but he still managed

same sky, two hearts beat in the

and put on some makeup. She put on some eyeliner, lipstick, and foundation. She didn't go for the full monty, but it took long

The reasons varied. Some were trying to get work done before their actual shift. Others took an

and waited for the doors to open. While she stood there, her boss, Percy Jin, and his mistress, Filberta Wang stopped in front of the elevator to wait with her. Filberta Wang was not only

some reason that Blair couldn't figure out, the mistress hated her. This was a persistent problem, starting from day

his late forties. His wife spent most of her time in the United States. So he had something on the side. This was a secret that everyone knew, an

jobs, nobody

his mistress walked in. Blair remained out in the lobby. "Come on, Blair. No sense in waiting there forever," he said, pressing the "open door" button to keep the car on that floor. She looked at the boss, but Percy Jin

that he was nice to Blair was exactly why Filberta Wang was

have done something for

probation, but the company had already provided her with all kinds

skill, the pay was well-deserved. She could have found

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