True Love Waits

Chapter 623 The Piggyback

Even though Blair was struggling quite a bit, Wesley ignored that resistance and carried her out of the car.

"Humph!" With a gruff mumble, she straightened her clothes and then made her way towards the elevator as soon as he put her down. She didn't even seem to be in a mood to wait for him. However, she couldn't get rid of him so easily. Wesley caught up to her and grabbed her arm.

"What!" she almost roared, turning around.

"You seem really short-tempered and hold in too many feelings. That's not good for your health. You know what? Let's take the stairs. The exercise is good for venting out some anger." She could be as troublesome as she wanted to be, but he was an expert in taming people.

"No! I'm so not taking the stairs! You take the stairs! Let go of me, you jerk!" No matter how much she despised wasting energy on the stairs, she was taken to them anyway.

'Twenty-one floors! Forty-two flights of stairs! Damn this heartless, cold-blooded, overbearing tyrant!' Her legs started shaking at the very thought. "Wesley, if you really want to climb the stairs, go ahead and knock yourself out; but I don't want to. I'm not a masochist. I want to ride the elevator. Let me go!"

Wesley must have had some plan in his head because he stopped at the bottom of the stairs to give her a chance to soften her tone before starting climbing. "What do you plan to do tomorrow?" he asked again.

"Sleeping!" She was still fuming. 'He is the devil.'

That was it! The anger still hadn't gone away! Holding her arm, Wesley started ascending the stairs. Blair shouted behind him, "Wesley, it serves you right that you've been single for so many years. No wonder not a single girl likes you. You don't deserve one! You don't even know how to treat a girl!"

Wesley turned around and asked her in a simple tone, "Aren't you a girl?"

Caught up in her fury, Blair didn't understand where his question was coming from. She had forgotten that she liked Wesley once upon a time. But still she retorted, "What a stupid question! Of course I am!" Wesley didn't press further, but he seemed satisfied.

When they reached the third floor, Blair finally realized what he had meant. Panting, she tried to argue with him. "Nuh-uh, nice try! But I told you I was over you. Tomorrow, I'll bring home a boyfriend to prove it to you. And he's going to be much more handsome, taller, stronger, more thoughtful, and more successful than you are. He is going to be perfect!" Even she had no idea what she was saying.

"Okay," Wesley nodded calmly. To be honest, he would be really happy for her if she could find someone like that; if such a someone existed at all!

to let her go.

this evil man. How can he torture me like this?' she thought sadly. The fury was slowly turning into sadness

to hold back her tears. Wesley turned around and saw that her eyes

you keep forcing me to climb the stairs, I am not even going to go to paradise with you,

ignored the roar and turned

floors up, when Blair felt like she was going to fall down, his

Cecelia in his usual

right?" Cecelia's voice was loud

But before the matter could continue further,

phone. Even though he wouldn't give it to her, Blair managed to get her voice through by shouting out loud, "Aunt Cecelia, help me! Your son is being cruel to

was speechless. He had no idea Blair was going to play this

though her sentence wasn't clear. "Son, is that Blair? Are you with her? Put her on the phone. I want to speak to her.

for the torture she had been facing and started telling on Wesley. "Aunt Cecelia, I don't know what I did wrong, but Wesley is punishing me for some random reason by making me climb to the 21st floor. On stairs! And he

while Blair made some false and some true accusations against him. She was taking

voice, and she wasn't happy about the way Wesley treated Blair either. In fact, from what she was hearing, he was being cruel. True it wasn't easy for him to like someone, but now that

And he won't allow me to do that," Blair continued in a timid tone, even though she was smirking much more gladly at Wesley now, with her left hand on

will. Give the phone to him and I'll talk some sense into

Aunt Cecelia." Blair returned the phone to Wesley with a happy expression that was in total

do you even dare? Maybe you can easily climb so many stairs,

sounded angry. As he was being scolded, Wesley didn't explain. He didn't

some reason, the elevator on each floor was exclusive to the person who lived there. This meant that Blair couldn't

Wesley finally spoke and assured her, "Okay, Mom! I'll carry her upstairs

around girls. You need to take care of them and

want. Bye!" Tired of Cecelia's nagging, Wesley

at each other. Suddenly, it dawned on her what he had meant by "carry." 'Aww hell no!' She couldn't help shuddering. "If you carry me up on your shoulder, I'll tell on you again!" she