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."

we just exchange our dishes?" Blair

I've already taken a few

more than a few times, so

otherwise. He did not want Blair to have anything he had

me taste it first. What if I don't like it either? It would be a waste of food." Blair was aware Wesley was not a

his bowl closer to Blair and placed her dish in front of him. Once they had settled everything,

my God. It's no better than the steak. Is this even safe to consume?' she wondered. She really was not

her was the man in front of her. He ate the steak with a straight face, as if it was not the exact thing she tasted.

a pang of guilt. She shouldn't complain so much. She was fortunate enough

determination to continue eating the noodles. She was so focused to keep it in. After a painful first few bites, she couldn't help but

"Is it bad, too?"

hastily stuffed another mouthful of noodles to her mouth

and took a swig of her fruit juice right after. The juice helped so much 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

He didn't offer any kind

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

as the waiter left, Wesley took the half-finished bowl of noodles away from Blair and placed it in front of him. She was confused and wanted to take the noodles back. He then pointed to the plate and said, "I'm still hungry. This is a large

by Wesley's

man in front of her gobble the very distasteful noodles. "Wesley,

unable to obtain food for two days. Some missions were really tough like that. He gradually stopped caring about the flavors of the food. As long as he

She had never suffered from

kind of sheltered there. There were times when she felt guilty of spending her uncle's money. She tried her best to manage

while she was still attending school was easy and comfortable. She mostly worked as

family. He never had to worry about

life had he chosen to stay at home. Instead, he needed to stay outside all the time to serve his country. Despite his family's wealth, he never had the chance to savor his life. Blair's heart ached when she thought

god awful tasting, too. Nonetheless, these were so much better than the noodles or the steak. Blair ate most

getting full, but there was still some food left. Wesley ate what remained

important and he couldn't ignore them. Blair browsed through the Happy Valley map. When she saw that

decided to make this day all about

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