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."

exchange our dishes?"

a few bites

They had kissed more than a few times, so she figured sharing the same bowl of noodles was not really

to have anything he had already eaten from. He answered, "No.

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

and placed her dish in front of him. Once they had settled everything, Wesley started inhaling

and immediately disliked it. 'Oh my God. It's no better than the steak. Is this even safe to consume?' she wondered. She really was not a picky eater, but the food sold inside the amusement park was really terrible. They were also fairly

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

of guilt. She shouldn't complain so much. She was fortunate enough to at least have something

to continue eating the noodles. She was so focused to keep it in. After a

"Is it bad, too?"

to her mouth

it 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 remembered she liked spicy food. Blair looked at him in

Wesley answered. He didn't offer

them; then Wesley asked Blair to

of him. She was confused and wanted to take the noodles back. He then pointed to

was touched by Wesley's kind

her gobble the very distasteful noodles. "Wesley, how are you so easily

for two days. Some missions were really tough like that. He gradually stopped caring about the flavors of the

hearing his words. She had never suffered

times when she felt guilty of spending her

the part-time job she had while she was still attending school was easy and comfortable. She mostly worked as

hand, Wesley was born into a wealthy and powerful family. He was a descendant of the Li family. He never had to

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

were god awful tasting, too. Nonetheless, these were so much better than the noodles or the steak. Blair ate most of it without saying a

getting full, but there was still some food left. Wesley ate what remained of Blair's food. He was not to let any of the food go to

morning. He said they were very important and he couldn't ignore them. Blair browsed

up to you." He had decided

and some other historical Chinese stories. I checked the reviews and people said the shows are excellent," she excitedly told