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."

about we just exchange our dishes?" Blair suggested

already taken a few bites off

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

he

would be a waste of food." Blair was aware Wesley was

in front of

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

ate the steak with a straight face, as if it was not the exact thing

so much. She was fortunate enough to

focused to keep it

"Is it bad, too?"

Blair hastily stuffed another mouthful of noodles to her mouth and shook her head. "No, no!

her a long look and gestured to a waiter. "Do you serve any spicy food here?" He remembered she liked spicy food. Blair looked

Wesley answered. He didn't offer any kind

dishes for them; then Wesley

to take the noodles back. He then pointed to the plate and said, "I'm still hungry. This is a

by

noodles. "Wesley,

shrugged. "Well, I'm a soldier. I've experienced an awful lot of much harsher situations." There were times when he was 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 was getting enough nutrition,

sigh upon hearing his words. She had never suffered from starvation or any

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

was still attending school was

hand, Wesley was born into a wealthy and powerful family. He was a descendant of the Li family. He never had to worry about money. He was set to never experience any kind of inconvenience

life had he chosen to stay at home. Instead, he needed to stay outside all the

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

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

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.

up to you." He had decided to make this

'Madam White Snake,' and