True Love Waits

Chapter 636 Come With Me

Blair stared at her phone for the hundredth time today. It sat on the desk not far away, while she idly doodled on her notebook. She was in no mood to work. 'The meteorologists say snow is on the way. I wonder if it's snowing already.'

She stood up, walked toward the window and opened it. A gust of cold wind blew in, threatening to freeze her into an icy stump sticking out of the permafrost.

It was snowing! Outside, a bitter east wind was accompanied by flurries of snow.

It was the New Year holiday, and pedestrians and cars were out in force. The moment the snowflakes landed on the ground, they melted. So at least the snow wasn't sticking.

Blair boiled some frozen dumplings for supper. After that, she cleared the table and washed the dishes, drying them and putting them all away nicely.

'God, I'm bored! I need something to kill time. Maybe it's time to bundle up and read.' She figured that was better than going out in the streets and turning into a snowman. So she did just that, thumbing through Mo Yan's "The Garlic Ballads" until she found her place. Eventually, boredom gave way to sleepiness, and she drifted off.

At almost half past midnight, someone opened her bedroom door, which jarred her awake. Freaked out, she sat up in bed and her hand shot to the switch on the bedside lamp.

In the dim light, she saw Wesley standing at the door, staring at her with his usual deadpan face.

She rubbed her eyes, wondering if this was all a dream. It took her a couple of minutes to realize that it wasn't. He was here!

Wesley heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Blair safe and sound.

The puzzled expression on her face made him want to pull her into his arms and kiss her on the lips. But he couldn't-they weren't a couple...yet.

"I thought you were in A Country, visiting your family," Blair said. Her heart pounded faster with each word she spat.

"I was. I came here to pick you up."

'Pick me up?' Blair's jaw dropped. "I...I didn't say I wasn't going. I'll be out there in three days."

Despite the cold winter, the bedroom was quite warm. The investment in central air paid off. Wesley was too hot and undid three buttons on his shirt. "Thought you were flying out tomorrow." "I...I changed my mind..."

He walked up to the bedside and demanded in a cold tone, "Pack your stuff and come with me now, or we go in the morning."

"Now? How?"

had driven all the

"It'll take at least six hours!"

had once driven for more than

she could cut him off, just like that. But she was

and looked her in the

ticket. Maybe deep in her heart,

can't get a ticket at the last minute. Just come with me." Obviously, he figured she canceled her flight and got her money back. "No, I—" Before she could finish speaking, her voice was muffled as he pressed

to stand still

couldn't remember when he last kissed her. It

the last time Blair was drunk. They slept in the same

Why is he kissing me

but in vain. He was too strong. He pressed her into the

had mixed feelings. On the one hand, she wanted him. On the other hand, she was afraid. After all, he wasn't her boyfriend and she was an old-fashioned girl. Besides, she heard someone else

in her skull, Wesley let her go, panting in her ear. "Come with me

about-" Again, she didn't have the time

her breath, his lips were on

and strode towards the door. "I'll wait for you until 7 o'clock in the morning. If you run away, I'll

guard here. That way she couldn't make excuses

he closed the door behind

Blair was confused, not knowing why

back into his bedroom, shed his clothes as fast as he could and

that hot water, not cold,

pillow and wondered why Wesley just left like that. 'I thought he was going

he ran

while ago,

Why did he do that?' Unable

out of her room. Wesley's room was closed.

clothes on the floor and

bathroom door. "Dude, you are seriously weird! I said you

the bathroom was opened from inside abruptly. Wesley forcefully yanked at her arm and pulled her into