True Love Waits

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.

reluctant to visit. She tossed and turned in bed, wondering

like a spring and reached for her phone out of reflex. It was a two-second message from

phone to her ear. "You look very nice,"

"nice" but "very nice." Blair thought the

so long to reply? And I already deleted it. If he just saw my message, he

puzzle, she asked, "Who

your pic," he

ellipsis and lay down, but still couldn't sleep. This time it was because of the thrill. She could almost hear her heart drumming, beating hard against her

later, she slipped out of her blanket, took the lipstick out of the drawer, and put

important to the military for their men to have good stamina, so this was an essential part of their regimen. Sweat drenched the top he was wearing, but he still managed to glance at his phone and smile when he saw the dots

two hearts beat

put on some eyeliner, lipstick, and foundation. She didn't go for the full monty, but it took long enough. Some important foreign clients were visiting their company today. Blair was going to be her boss' interpreter. She didn't want to look

the office by 7 a.m., but she was far from the first one there. The reasons varied. Some were trying to get work done before their actual shift. Others took an early shift deliberately so they could get off earlier in the day. And someone had to

doors to open. While she stood there, her boss, Percy Jin, and his mistress, Filberta Wang stopped in front of the elevator to

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

time in the United States. So he had something on the side. This was a secret that everyone knew, an open secret among the

jobs, nobody talked

he said, pressing the

why Filberta Wang was hostile to her

team leader. She got that position too easily. At least Filberta Wang thought so. She was convinced that Blair must have done something for the boss. She believed Blair sailed by on her beauty, instead of earning her spot. She even thought her degree

on probation, but the company had already provided her with all kinds of insurance, meals, an apartment, bonuses and dividends. If you counted the

Blair's skill, the pay was well-deserved. She could have found an even higher-paying