True Love Waits

Chapter 672 Pure Friendship

"Come back to the apartment," Wesley requested again, ignoring her question. The apartment felt like a cold and cheerless place without her there. He didn't want to be there if she wasn't. "No way! Goodbye!" Blair was about to shut the door.

But Wesley managed to squeeze into the room before she closed the door. He slipped in, using his boots to stop the door from closing. Unable to prevent him, she said angrily, "Why did you come here? Go find your girlfriend Garnet. Didn't she say that you'd been waiting for her? Why are you still here?"

"I'm not waiting for her," he explained.

"Whatever. Not my business. You saved my life, and I owe you money. That's all." Of course, no matter how angry she was, she couldn't forget that he saved her life.

Wesley fell silent.

When he didn't say anything else, Blair took a deep breath, quieted her emotions and said, "You were my first love. Everyone always talks about their first loves in the past tense, like first love wasn't real. I used to think that was bunk, but not anymore. So when you brought Garnet by...the way you behaved around her...now I believe it."

Wesley was rendered speechless. What did he do that day? Did he behave differently around her? He didn't think so.

"Please go away. I won't bother you anymore. I owe you 300k. I'll get you the money, but it'll take some time." Blair pushed him out and was about to close the door again.

Wesley put his hand on the door. "Don't."

"Don't? Don't what? I told you I wouldn't bug you anymore, so what do you want?" she retorted.

"I don't want that! I don't want you to avoid me. Don't forget that you were the one trying to date me. You can't just leave!" he declared.

Blair looked at him in shock. "True. I fell in love with you first, and tried to get you to notice me. But I've given up. You don't get a say in this, Colonel Li. We aren't anything to each other." She remembered how he dumped her that day.

Wesley stared at her in silence. Then, he dropped that topic and handed the flowers to her. "The flowers, here you are. I've been in a lot of flower shops."

Blair looked at the flowers. Now she became visibly calmer. "Who gave you that idea?" she asked. Wesley knew nothing about romance. There must be someone who told him to buy flowers for a girl. "Damon." He didn't bother trying to hide it. Damon knew more about women than he did.

"So did Mr. Han specifically tell you about the yellow carnations?"

That was Megan,"

suggested you buy

few times. She figured Blair liked

many flower shops that sold yellow carnations, so today, he hit every flower shop in the city looking

Blair sneered.

health, eternal youth and long life. You know what yellow carnations

take your flowers and get out!" As she yelled at him, she rudely stuffed the bouquet in his arms and pushed him out of the

slammed the

about all this. For listening to Megan, for his pride to get in the way

sigh and left the

was discharged from the hospital. Work had piled up in her absence, so she needed to work overtime to

up work, Orion invited her to attend an

hotel, it

Just as she closed the door, someone knocked. Looking through the cat's eye, she saw Wesley standing

them parting on bad terms, she still opened the door. It seemed that she still hadn't learned her lesson. Each time Wesley showed a little care

Wesley came with a bouquet of white baby's

He was here to apologize, but wearing such an

inside with the flowers in

him, so she just let him walk in

new bouquet. "This time, I went to Damon, not

what white baby's breath

"Yes. It means protection and care." He thought this was the right one. He wanted to protect her and

of white heather. This is spirituality and innocence. Do I seem spiritual or innocent to you? Take your flowers and get out! The bouquet was back in Wesley's hands

was driven out of

front of the red roses in a flower shop. He hesitated for a long time but just couldn't decide. The owner of the shop noted his uniform and decided to leave him be. But her body language indicated exasperation, not to mention the snorts, sighs, and eye-rolling. Wesley suddenly pointed to a bouquet of Peruvian lilies, their golden petals displayed majestically. He simply

once again. Blair opened the door, wearing a strapless nightgown. She lazily leaned against the door and said with a yawn, "Lily flowers symbolize pure friendship or devotion. Which

he said,