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 why Wesley never

for her phone out of reflex. It was a two-second

look

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

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

the puzzle, she asked, "Who looks

In your pic,"

him an ellipsis and lay down, but still couldn't sleep. This time it was

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

run, making good time on the track. It was 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

same sky, two hearts beat in the

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

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

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 Percy's mistress, but Blair's immediate

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

the United States. So he had something

jobs, nobody talked

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 didn't seem threatening. It

nice to Blair was exactly why Filberta Wang was hostile to her in the

Blair must have done something for the boss. She believed Blair sailed by on

she got paid insanely well. She was still on probation, but the company had already provided her with all kinds of insurance, meals, an apartment, bonuses and dividends.

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