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.

a very vital question. Who moved her from the sofa

turned to look at Wesley's bedroom. The door

end of the bed. Wesley was fastidiously clean. 'Wait! Something's not right.' Blair remembered she had put Wesley's bed sheet and quilt into the washing machine

Now, she was sure Wesley came back last night and carried her to

forehead remorsefully. She had missed

her dream. Was it

the office when

work overtime. But since he called her,

Pick you up at

we going?" Blair

told her, "Some friends of mine are

get to meet his friends?' She was excited at the invitation. "Okay." She smiled sweetly, even though he couldn't see it on

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

Carlos had brought Megan along. The cold CEO was on duty to take

witnessed an interesting bit of drama. The star of this live

at the other end of the building where they were in. Debbie had asked for some hot young men in the club to serve her. Blair was shocked when she heard that;

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 some unknown reason, Wesley suddenly changed his mind and joined the rest of his

she arrived, Blair saw Debbie, wearing heavy makeup, sitting in the middle of a group of absolutely gorgeous guys. No messy haircuts, pecs visible through

straightforward, honest. They even had the same

no matter how much she hated the girl. But Debbie was different. She was Carlos' legal wife, so she had the right to shut

She said

let her assume that. He was pretty adamant that Megan was like his niece, and off the table

potshots at Wesley, who had

wasn't the only one who hated Megan. Meanwhile,

stared at Debbie. He silently gripped her hand and squeezed it, as if warning