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?"

drive." He had driven all the way

her ears. "It'll take at least six hours!"

had once driven for more than ten hours

her and thought that she could cut him off, just like that. But she was wrong. As long as she saw his face, she

her in

refunded her ticket. Maybe deep in her heart, she had been

minute. Just come with me." Obviously, he figured she canceled her flight and got her money back. "No, I—" Before she could finish

seemed to stand still for

couldn't remember when he last kissed her.

time Blair was drunk. They slept in

kissing me again?

too strong. He pressed her into the bed and kissed her lips hard to stop

feelings. On the one hand, she wanted him. On the other hand, she was afraid. After all, he wasn't

in her skull, Wesley let her go, panting in

she didn't have

breath, his lips were on hers again. His kisses were getting more intense

putty in his arms and she moaned. 'Stop!' Wesley thought as he stood up and strode towards the door. "I'll wait for you until 7 o'clock in the morning. If

way she couldn't make excuses or talk

he closed the

the room. Blair was confused, not knowing why Wesley left

his clothes as fast as he could and entered the

tap without hesitation. Not knowing that hot

why Wesley just left like that. 'I thought

ran

this moment, she forgot that a while ago, she was afraid of what might

she became. 'Am I ugly? Why did he do that?' Unable to hold it

of her room. Wesley's room was closed. She pushed the

surprise, he wasn't there. She saw his clothes on the

I said you were bad in bed,

opened from inside abruptly. Wesley forcefully yanked at her arm and pulled