True Love Waits

Chapter 633 Making Fun Of Wesley

Against all etiquettes, Blair kept nosing around and saw that Megan had sent a bit too many WeChat messages to Wesley while they were still at the army base. She had even told him that someone had been following her the whole evening; a later message said that she was scared and wanted him to keep her company.

In response, Wesley had told her that he was busy right now, but he would ask her bodyguard about it and also, he was going to visit her tomorrow. Megan, of course, did not seem happy with that. But instead of acting it out, she had tried sadness as a weapon. She had sent him a crying-face emoji and complained that he didn't care for her anymore, just like Carlos.

Wesley had denied the claim. But Megan had kept sending him messages even after that. What was worse, he had been very patient and replied to every message she had sent.

Megan had also asked Wesley why he hadn't answered her phone call, and he had told her that it was not a convenient time to talk. To be honest, most of the time, he had been trying to avoid her.

When Wesley finally walked out of the bathroom, he saw that Blair was playing with his phone. He didn't seem to mind at all and asked casually, "Are you sleepy?"

He was hoping that she was too sleepy to mess with him any further. Wishful thinking!

"Wesley, I'm checking on your chat with Megan," Blair said in a matter-of-fact tone while scrolling through the chat log. "You know? Anyone who sees this will think these are the conversations of a couple. She even played cute and sweet." Damn! I've never played cute and sweet in front of him,' she thought angrily.

Wesley walked towards her dressing table and picked up a facial mask without seeming to be angry, or in fact, anything. "Is it possible for you to leave her alone? Will you even choose her over your future girlfriend?" she asked.

In response, the man threw the facial mask back onto the dressing table and then stood beside her bed, reaching out his hand towards her.

Obviously, he wanted his phone back. Blair bit her lower lip, locked his phone, and gave it back to him.

He put the phone back into his pocket and told her, "It's late. You should get some sleep." Then he turned around and made his way towards the door without looking back.

"Wait! Are you mad at me because I saw the chat log?" Blair called out behind him. 'Humph! He always defends the bitch!' she thought.

"No," Wesley replied shortly without even turning his head. And it was true. There was no secret he shared with Megan that needed to be kept hidden from Blair.

Blair, however, had her own ideas. She fell down prone on the bed and pretended to sob. "Fine! Go away! Leave me alone! Do not come back to me ever again!" Wesley felt completely helpless now. "It's late. You need to sleep."

a damn

won't let her drink ever again!' Wesley told himself bitterly. Dealing with an intoxicated Blair was even harder than dealing with his enemies. It was, without doubt, his least favored thing to do. He left

even know where he was going. He

and sat up on the bed. Staring around the empty bedroom, she flashed a smile that seemed to mock her own self. 'It seems like I overestimated myself this

the faucet, and poured some water onto her face. Suddenly, either

I'm drunk, I'm unable to control

her bedroom with his quilt and

bed and all but rushed into

towel and began to gently wipe the water off her face. He was annoyed, but a crying Blair was not something he

to! Aren't you mad at me?" She really didn't want to mess

not mad at you," he repeated

around his waist and asked in a sad voice, "Wesley, am

as to why she always asked him the same question. He didn't even know

"Then, will

deal with him. So he gave in and Blair first applied

held his arm. "This is your first time, huh?" she

first. Then he realized that she was asking whether it was his first time using a

The facial mask on his face was sticky and smelt

neutral about it, will you

answer was firm and decisive. One time

your face and skin. Okay, how about this? I'll buy a better mask next time for you. I got these from an online store, and they

cent for a piece or a box?" Wesley could not believe it and suddenly

I have used it before, but I don't like it. That's

had no clue about facial masks, but he knew that the cheap buyer took home bad meat. Who knew what was in these goddamn masks! He really wanted to take it off his face and throw

something better.' With that thought, he suddenly sat up and took the facial mask off her face. "Aargh! What are you doing? Wesley

began walking towards the trash can and told her casually, "You were very bold to use such

I bought a box of five pieces when