True Love Waits

Chapter 605 Getting Together

One knee on the bed, Wesley carefully laid Blair down and tucked her into bed, covering her with the beautiful patchwork quilt. When he was about to draw his arms back, she suddenly opened her eyes a little Wesley froze, wondering if he woke her.

Blair closed her eyes again, but then she wrapped her arms around his waist and mumbled, "Wesley? You visited me in my dreams."

She buried her face in his chest, yawned and continued mumbling, "Wesley, I missed you so much!"

He lifted his hand to caress her smooth cheek, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

Fascinated by her murmuring lips, full and colorful, he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss them.

The next morning, when Blair woke up, she remembered her dream. Wesley hugged her and kissed her. But the passionate kiss felt so real that she could even feel her lips hurting and her breath ragged at that moment.

And she dreamed of Wesley running his rough hands all over her body.

As she remembered what happened in her dream, Blair buried her face in the pillow, scratching her messy hair in shame. 'Oh, my God! I can't believe I had such a sexy dream. That's not like me!' she thought, shocked.

But at least, she felt lucky no one had the supernatural power to see her dream. No one knew her little secret.

She then sat up. Her eyes went wide and she jumped out of bed, rushing towards the bathroom. She felt a large amount of menses gushing out.

However fast she ran, it was too late. Her pants were red; some even dripped on the floor.

She grabbed a rag, got it wet and went to town on the carpet. She kept herself busy cleaning and totally forgot about her dream. She didn't even have the time to think about how she got from the sofa to the bed. Someone had moved her, but she didn't stop to wonder about that.

When she walked to the living room, she was surprised to find there was no food on the table. She remembered she had put the barbecued dish on the table. But where was the food? No skewers or bits of food in the bin, either. So where did it go?

'Did Wesley really come back last night? Did he eat the rest of the food?' she wondered.

stop to ask herself a very vital question. Who moved her from

turned to look at Wesley's

there. His room was as neat and tidy as it always was. The quilt was carefully folded and placed at the end of the bed. Wesley was fastidiously clean. 'Wait!

Wesley came back last night and carried her to the bedroom. She was sound asleep

her forehead remorsefully. She had missed a chance to

remembered her dream. Was it a

in the office when she got Wesley's call. "You available tonight?" he

had planned to work overtime. But since he

you

are we going?" Blair

"Some friends of

the invitation. "Okay." She smiled sweetly, even though he couldn't

was happy to see everyone there, except one person-Megan. Every time she saw this troublemaker, she wished she could kick he far

care of her. Carlos had brought Megan along. The cold CEO was on duty to take care of the

an interesting bit of drama. The star of this live show was

middle of the get-together, Carlos' assistant called him and told him that Debbie was at a nightclub at the other end of the building where they were in. Debbie had

leave the booth in a hurry, and then the other people also followed him out. But Wesley didn't budge, showing no interest in Debbie or her games. Blair was disappointed. She wanted to see the show too! A few seconds later, for

Blair saw Debbie, wearing heavy makeup, sitting in the middle of a group of absolutely gorgeous guys. No messy haircuts, pecs visible through their shirts, nice-sized biceps. There was another girl

Debbie a lot: bold, straightforward, honest. They even had the

she hated the girl. But Debbie was different. She was Carlos' legal wife, so she had the right to

did a good job. She said everything Blair

just let her assume that. He was pretty adamant that Megan was like his niece, and

but she also took potshots at

that she wasn't the only one who hated Megan. Meanwhile, she looked up to

eyes when Blair stared at Debbie. He silently gripped her hand and squeezed it, as