True Love Waits

Chapter 628 A Distasteful Lunch

After carrying her piggyback style for quite a while, Wesley was surprisingly not that tired. Even with his minimal sweating, Blair still offered to wipe his face.

He did not refuse her kind gesture and just let her do as she pleased while he browsed through the menu. "Which do you prefer? Western or Chinese? Well, it's fine whichever you like. They have them both here."

"I would like the steak."

"Okay then."

Wesley gestured that they were ready to order, and a waiter arrived at their table. Blair went to throw the napkin she wiped Wesley's face with and when she got back to her seat, she asked the waiter, "What kind of hot drinks do you serve?" She turned to look at Wesley and added, "I think you would like something hot to drink as well."

"Hmm. I don't think I want it. I'm fine with a glass of water." He turned to the waiter and asked, "Do you have any hot drink available?"

"Yes, sir. We have hot coffee, milk tea, and an assortment of fruit juice," the waiter replied.

Blair chose to have a steak set and a glass of fruit juice. Wesley, on the other hand, ordered a bowl of noodle soup.

Blair had seen it coming. Wesley was not that big of a fan of Western food after all.

It was not long before their meals arrived. The steak came first. Blair was hungry and took a hearty bite off the steak. However, the longer she chewed it, the more she lost her appetite. By the time Wesley's food reached their table, she'd grown fully sated of her steak that she couldn't stop looking at it.

Wesley noticed how intently Blair was looking at his noodles and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," Blair replied as she shook her head.

He lowered his head to start eating the noodles. When he checked up on Blair, he noticed she hadn't touched it since his food came. "What's the matter? You don't like it? Does it not taste good?" Blair's cheeks grew warm as she smiled coyly. She had eaten a lot of steaks when she was in England. This steak did not taste like how she remembered it. Fairly enough, one could not expect good quality food from a restaurant inside an amusement park. The steak tasted terrible. "No, it's quite alright," she lied.

However, Wesley saw right through her fib. He removed the plate in front of her and told her, "Order another dish."

Blair did not contest his suggestion and nodded. "Hmm. How about your noodles? Is it any good?"

Wesley was not that much of a foodie, so he replied nonchalantly, "Not too shabby."

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mind." They had kissed more than a few times, so she figured sharing the same bowl of noodles was

He did not want Blair to have anything he had already eaten from. He answered, "No.

don't like it either? It would be a

closer to Blair and placed her dish in front of him. Once they

it. 'Oh my God. It's no better than the steak. Is this even safe to consume?' she wondered. She really

her was the man in front of her. He ate the steak with a straight face, as

much. She was fortunate

eating the noodles. She was so focused to keep it in. After a painful first few bites, she

"Is it bad, too?"

another mouthful of noodles to her mouth and shook her head. "No,

in concealing the noodles' awful taste. Wesley gave her a long look and gestured to a waiter. "Do you serve any spicy food here?" He remembered she liked spicy

He didn't

waiter mentioned a few spicy dishes for them; then Wesley asked Blair to choose what appealed

to take the noodles back. He then pointed to the plate and said, "I'm still hungry. This is a large noodle bowl. I'll finish it. Wait

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man in front of her gobble the very distasteful noodles. "Wesley, how are you so easily pleased? You just accept things as they

an awful lot of much harsher situations." There were times when he was unable to obtain food for two days. Some missions were

She had never suffered from starvation or any kind of hardship

family. She was kind of sheltered there. There were times when she felt guilty of spending her uncle's money.

still attending school was easy and comfortable. She mostly

and powerful family. He was a descendant of the Li family. He

body and mind were honed thoroughly. From such rigid training, he had become an enduring man. He could have a comfortable and lavish life had he chosen to stay at home. Instead, he needed to stay outside all the time to serve his

their table in no time. As expected, they were god awful tasting, too. Nonetheless, these were so much better than the noodles or the

Wesley ate what remained of Blair's food. He was not to let any of the food go to

for a while because Wesley had to answer a call. He was receiving a dozen of calls the whole morning. He said they were very important and he couldn't ignore them. Blair browsed through the Happy Valley map.

decided to make this day

to see 'A Love Story of Butterflies, ' 'Madam White Snake,' and some other historical Chinese stories. I checked the reviews and people said the