True Love Waits

Chapter 613 I Want To Drink Wahaha

When she heard what Hartwell said, Blair was stunned. 'What does he mean?' She turned to look at Joslyn, but her friend just shook her head and looked back with innocent eyes. "I didn't tell him," Joslyn said with a shrug.

"Stop it! Whose car are you riding in?" Hartwell repeated his question. He knew Blair was playing dumb.

"I want to come with you," Blair said in a low voice.

Hartwell took a deep breath and fought off the impulse to roll his eyes. "You asked Wesley to pick you up. Why ride with me? Just take his car."

Wesley was confused. 'Blair didn't call me to pick her up! Sounds like she didn't call Hartwell either. And he's only here to pick Joslyn up.'

Blair nodded her head obediently. She was so tired her eyes kept closing involuntarily. She was micro-napping and wanted nothing more than a bed. "Fine, I'll go with him. Have a safe drive." She grabbed her purse and got to her feet.

A moment later, she regretted it. Her head spun, and she was so drunk she couldn't feel her legs. She staggered and fell forward.

Luckily, Wesley was quick. He pulled her into his arms, preventing her from falling to the floor.

Blair held onto Wesley's arms and tried to get her footing. After all, Hartwell was still here. But her efforts were for naught. She was like a fawn, trying to stand for the first time. Her legs were shaky, and couldn't hold her.

Wesley had no choice but to scoop her up in his arms. He nodded at Hartwell and said, "Don't worry. I'll get her home safe."

Hartwell hesitated. It was not that he didn't believe him, but Wesley was a man, and Blair was drunk. People get stupid when they're drunk. Hartwell suggested, "How about you drive Blair to my place?" Joslyn tugged at Hartwell's sleeve. "What does Blair think?"

Blair struggled to open her eyes. "Muh-my place," she slurred. She was so tired and drunk she could barely manage speech.

Hartwell still wanted to say something, but Joslyn nudged him. They could stay there all night arguing, or just let them go.

Although the other guys in the room didn't want to let Joslyn and Blair leave, they didn't speak up. Hartwell and Wesley were pretty domineering, and it was not the time to get in between them when they were butting heads. They watched as Wesley left the room, holding Blair in his arms. Joslyn and Hartwell decided to take off as well.

The moment the four of them were out of sight, the rest began to gossip among themselves. "So Blair does have a boyfriend."

he's a high-ranking soldier. Takes some dedication

wonder she's not interested in us. Must have a thing

at each other and then raised their glasses, looking forward to the burn

she said cheerfully. Nothing made her happier than Wesley volunteering to pick

she was drunk, then she'd

his arms like a docile sheep while he walked towards the parking lot. Her ear was close to his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to his strong heartbeat. Wesley thought she might be asleep, so he pulled the door of

neck. "I don't want to sit in the back," she mumbled drunkenly. "I wanna sit next to you." The bratty charm was obvious in her voice, as if you could see it. His breathing came in short gasps. He was getting annoyed

door with his foot and set her down in the passenger seat.

barely managed to sit upright and waited for him to fasten the seat

good to me." Wesley was stunned for a bit, not knowing how to react. Then he pulled her hands

"Uh huh."

happened to see Hartwell's car driving off. He didn't wait around to

Inside Hartwell's Mercedes Benz

car and asked in confusion, "Wesley's there. Why not pull up

back seat. "I'm in no mood to talk to him. He hurt Blair,"

she slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Whenever Blair's drunk, all she wants to drink is Wahaha. She can be

Blair's weird cravings, Hartwell rubbed his aching eyebrows and then held Joslyn's hand in his. "They'll be

milk. There were worse things she could drink, certainly. But she'd erupt into tears and get kind of abusive when she couldn't lay her hands on

ran into this before. They had to admit that it was rather

She's his problem now. He'll

nothing about this, started the engine and left the parking lot. He turned onto the

her face against his chest. She was still belted in, straining against the

and almost lost control

"Y-yeah?"

called

He was growing rather bored with this. He needed to

to sleep