True Love Waits

Chapter 662 I’m Sorry

"Not until you tell me what it is," Blair said.

"You're kidding, right? You really don't know? You never did that with Miller?" Wesley asked. He remembered that she and Miller were together for quite a while, and figured they probably tried lots of sexual positions. His hand balled into a fist at the thought of it.

"Miller? What does he have to do with any of this? Why did you have to bring him up? Buzzkill!"

His hand which had been rubbing her lips grabbed her chin. "He ever let you..." And he leaned in close to whisper to her.

Blair got what he meant. That even though her hands were injured, she could use her mouth. Not only was he assuming she and Miller had sex, but was also asking for a blow job.

'Asshole!' Blair found his arm and bit into it.

Wesley didn't make a sound, but the sharp pain made him grit his teeth.

Blair let go. Her teeth weren't sharp enough to draw blood. She shoved his arm away and raged, "Get out!"

Touching the bite mark on his arm tenderly, Wesley asked calmly, "When did you turn into a dog?" She had bitten him more than once.

"I turned into you!" she stormed.

If she wasn't injured, she would have kicked him-hard. Maybe even punched him too.

Wesley was not happy, either. But he could only blame himself. It was his fault that Blair ended up with Miller. If he hadn't turned her down, she wouldn't have gotten engaged to that cheating scumbag. He did have regrets. Every missed opportunity with Blair was a regret.

He took her into his arms ruefully, kissed her hair and apologized, "I'm sorry."

that stuff," she snorted. She had never

stroked her cheek. "Don't see Miller

What wafted in the air now was affection and romance. There never was a

Wesley had beaten up Miller, the family

but he didn't. He thought of Orion, who had been trying to make ties with Blair, even coming to the hospital to take care

of me previously. Time for

the fight.

her he was worried about. She didn't have his training, his level of pain tolerance. She was probably

in his arms

woke up, Wesley wasn't there. But

his coworkers, so he could spend time with his wife and see his baby be

to look

on the bed-with Hartwell's help. She was pretty big now. "Bless, you're awake. How're you feeling? Does it still hurt?" she asked

head with a smile. She held out a hand to stroke Joslyn's swollen belly. "Don't worry. The doctor

walked to the headboard of the bed and folded the bed up.

lit up when she heard that. She

and pulled out the thermos. Turning, he said to her, "A foreigner brought your breakfast. He said

We studied together

work. He asked me to

boss is so good to you. Tell me, he have a

eye. Was Orion that obvious? "Yeah," she said. "Nothing

Sounds like Wesley has some competition,"

date me. How is this any different?"

And his wallet's