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

couldn't believe her ears. "It'll take at least six

problem." He had once driven for more than ten hours

to say no. "I...I'll leave 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

in the

I'll catch a plane." The truth was, she hadn't refunded her ticket. Maybe deep in her heart, she had been holding out

said, "During the Spring Festival travel rush, you can't get a ticket at the last minute. Just come with me." Obviously, he figured she canceled her flight and got her money

stand still

kissed her. It felt like

time Blair was drunk. They slept in the same bed and he took advantage of her without her

is he kissing

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

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

roiled around in her skull, Wesley let her go, panting in her

Again, she didn't have the time

able to catch her breath, his lips were on hers again. His kisses were getting more intense

up and strode towards

way she couldn't make excuses or talk her way

closed the

was confused, not knowing why Wesley left in

into his bedroom, shed his clothes as fast as he could and entered the

hot water, not cold, would be the answer to his woes, he proceeded to take the proverbial

nothing about this. She buried her head in the pillow and wondered why Wesley just

ran

while ago, she was

she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. 'Am I ugly? Why did he do that?' Unable to hold it in anymore, she

put on her slippers and rushed out of her room. Wesley's room was closed. She pushed

his clothes on the floor and heard the

walked over and knocked heavily on the bathroom door. "Dude, you are seriously weird! I said you were bad in bed, but

inside abruptly. Wesley forcefully yanked at her arm and pulled her into the