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?"

driven all the way

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

had once driven for more than ten hours

in the morning as scheduled." She had underestimated Wesley's influence on her and thought that she could cut him off, just like that. But she was wrong. As long as she saw his face, she was unable

in

hadn't refunded her ticket. Maybe deep in her heart, she had been holding out

come with me." Obviously, he

seemed to stand still for a

remember when he last kissed

was drunk. They slept in the same bed and he took

kissing me

struggled, but in vain. He was too strong. He pressed her into the bed and kissed her lips hard to stop

here, in the dead of night. Will he do something to me?' Blair 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

her go, panting in her ear. "Come with me in the

Again, she didn't have the time to

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

thought as he stood up and strode towards the door.

here. That way she couldn't make

closed the door behind

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

rushed back into his bedroom, shed his clothes as fast as

Not knowing that hot water, not cold, would be the

Wesley

ran again. Ugh!

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 in anymore, she sprang out

of her room. Wesley's room

there. She saw his clothes on the floor and heard the sound of running water from the

weird! I said you were bad

was opened from inside abruptly. Wesley forcefully yanked at her arm