True Love Waits

Chapter 673

Chapter 673 Magical Flower Meanings


"What about red roses?" Blair asked tentatively.

Wesley hesitated and then said, "No. Not those." Even though he had little to no knowledge about the meanings of different flowers, he knew red roses meant "I love you."

They weren't a couple, so he couldn't buy her red roses.

"So much for your promise. Wesley, you don't need to come by every day..."

"Fine, I'll buy you the red roses." He finally gave in. Anyway, buying her a bouquet of red roses didn't necessarily mean they were boyfriend-girlfriend.

Blair leaned against the wall and looked at the bouquet of yellow roses in her arms. She smiled. "How about this? If you say 'I love you,' then you don't have to buy me flowers," she suggested. "No." He would rather buy the red roses than confess his love to her.

To him, the words "I love you" meant a commitment. He couldn't say them casually. He wasn't afraid of commitment-he was afraid of breaking that commitment because he was a soldier.

Blair wasn't surprised, nor was she angry. She already knew his answer even before she asked. She stood on tiptoe to draw her face near to his and whispered, "Wesley, listen. I'll go back to the apartment with you. But we can't keep doing this. I'll get tired of it, and want real love. When that happens, there will be no 'us.' We won't have a future anymore..."

He tightened his arms around her waist. Their noses touched; they could feel each other's breath, the lifting of the chest as they drew in air. After a moment of silence, he said quietly, "Blair, there are a lot of ways to love someone. Being together isn't the only way. If you're happy, so am I."

Blair felt like she had heard those words somewhere. 'Oh, right! On TV. The guy always says that to the girl,' she realized.

At the thought of it, she sighed helplessly. Wesley was so stubborn. She found it hard to communicate with him. "You don't need to buy me red roses. I like the yellow ones. They're beautiful." As she finished speaking, she pushed the man away from her and began to arrange the pressed flowers nicely.

"Go back with me." He stressed his purpose again.

Blair nodded. "Before that, answer me one question. Are you dating Garnet? I love you, but if you already have a girlfriend, I can't. I won't be the other woman."

Wesley answered succinctly, "I don't like her."

"But she likes you."

her problem,"

go back home." Blair handed the flowers

hand in hand, Wesley and Blair checked out of the hotel together, the soldier dragging her suitcase behind

the gate, they bumped into a couple that Wesley knew. They greeted each other briefly and then said their

sight, the woman said to the man, "Honey, the girl next to the Li family's son looked different from the little girl we met last time. Is

nonchalantly, "He's from a rich and powerful family. He probably

nice figure on him. He may need more than just one to satisfy him," the woman said bluntly in front of her husband. She didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed talking

He hissed, "Shush! Don't talk so loud. Don't mention his name, for God's sake.

look around the hotel. There

car, both of them

Blair asked Wesley

and they caught her eye. She asked Wesley to pay for it. After getting into the car, Wesley saw a happy smile on the girl's face. He didn't know

looked

swing by Megan's? I loved her gift, and

up to?" He cast

some advice about buying

at the black flowers she was holding, he

the soldier handed her a bouquet

didn't take the flowers from him and asked,

you for your advice about flowers

out what was going on. With a bitter smile,

He was silent.

know the

and "flower." When he heard them again, he

flowers into her arms and turned around to leave. Megan said quickly, "It means the girl's a ho. She's an

be

trying to say? Uncle Wesley, what did I

is stupid." Without turning his head around,

cymbidium symbolized, she knew about the carnations, too, probably. Why did she suggest he buy them for Blair in the first

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