True Love Waits

Chapter 615 I'm An Easygoing Person

After taking a shower, Wesley walked out of his own bedroom and knocked on Blair's door. For some reason, even after he had kept knocking for a long while, there was no response. He decided that she hadn't finished bathing yet and was still in the bathroom.

He fished out his phone to give Hartwell a call. 'The man must be sick with worry right now!' he thought. But right before he was about to press the big green button, he changed his mind and sent him a text message instead. He thought that Hartwell might be asleep at this time of the night. "Blair is home. She is okay. You can rest now."

Little did Wesley know that he was not the only one who had to suffer a drunk woman this evening. Hartwell himself was having quite a headache because of his drunken wife. In fact, he was in a double whammy since his day had been long and tiring at the office and now, Joslyn was drunk beyond the bounds of consciousness. When he received Wesley's message, he had just managed to coax Joslyn into falling asleep.

In no mood for a long discussion, he simply wrote, "Take good care of her."

"Sure."

Wesley pounced on the sofa, waiting for Blair to come out. Half an hour later, when he still didn't hear any sound from within her room, his face changed shade slightly. He walked over and knocked on the door again. Still no response.

He could feel that something was not right. 'It usually takes her forty minutes to bathe and a couple more than ten minutes to dry her hair. But she has been in the bathroom for almost seventy minutes now. Even for a drunk girl, that is too long.' He unlocked the door, and saw that she was not in the bedroom. What was worse, there was no sound coming from the bathroom. No running water, no nothing! Just an eerie silence.

He knocked on the bathroom door. "Blair?"

He called out her name several times, but she didn't make a sound. Finally getting too anxious to handle the pressure, Wesley pushed the door open and barged in.

It was both relieving and infuriating to see the woman inside, sound asleep with her head leaning against the bathtub. Her face was even redder than before because of the warm water, and she looked like she had been in that position for a long time now. Wesley immediately looked away when he saw her naked body. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and called out with his face looking the other way, "Blair... Blair..."

She still did not make any response, so he had to go up and pat her face softly. Blair moved slightly, and the next moment, she slid down into the huge bathtub.

Luckily, before she could drown, Wesley pulled her out like a flash of lightning. He then grabbed a towel from the stand on the other side of the bathroom and wrapped it around her.

Only then did she wake up, most probably due to the sudden splash of water. In her sleepy and hazy state, she saw Wesley. She pulled out her arms from inside the towel and held him tightly. "Wesley..." she murmured in a slurred voice.

state, and her nudity wasn't helping. Wesley felt like

wall behind her and tried to rinse the shower jell from her

the bathroom and tried to lay her down. Blair was half sober now after the thorough rinse. "Wesley," she

he was trying very hard to not let anything happen. He feigned an

soared up in Blair's heart. Pursing her lips tight, she looked at him with her round doe eyes and sobbed in a puppy tone, "You yell at me! You must hate me."

lay her on the bed softly and covered her with a blanket. Now with her naked body finally out of sight, he felt relieved and his voice softened. "No. I don't hate you. But you need to get some rest.

essentially cutting off both his path and his sentence. "No! You

I'm going to clean the bathroom. Why don't you put on your pajamas in the meanwhile?"

let go of him just as suddenly as she had grabbed him. But to his

Wesley's eyes once again.

and rubbed his arching eyebrows. What was he going to do with this woman? "Just put on your pajamas. I'm going to the bathroom." He tried to sound as calm as usual

him and would not let him go so easily. "Wesley, can you please help me

as he refused, "No! You go get them yourself! I must clean the

child-like voice, "But my head is spinning. All right, forget it. I'll just sleep like this. It's time for bed anyway." After saying that, Blair slumped back down

to deal with her.

sat up with her elbows. She pretended to be ignorant and told him, "Just go to the walk-in closet and find the wardrobe at the far end. You can just pick up any night gown. My panties are in the middle drawer. Again, just pick up any pair. I'm an

is an easygoing person? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard. Heck, I've

the walk-in closet. Blair wanted to follow after him, seducing him even more and hoping things got wild in the closet, but then decided against it. It sounded like too much effort. She really didn't have the energy to do so. 'Never mind. I'll just stay here and

in the closet, Wesley suddenly had a rushing feeling in his heart that the woman outside

other choice. Since he couldn't hurt her feelings, he gave in, took a deep breath, and randomly picked a night gown for her. Then he pulled out the drawer, and various kinds of panties popped up in front of his eyes, dazzling him; he felt like he couldn't breathe. He'd rather carry out the toughest mission the force had to offer

afraid that she was going to torture him even more with some new methods. When he saw that she was lying in bed quietly, he

really sexy, Blair thought to herself, 'So he

clothes in the basket, he was again at a

lie there, and a still-drunk Blair saw him walk out of the bathroom holding her dirty clothes. He was