True Love Waits

Chapter 680 Marriage Certificates

Seeing that he was unable to change Wesley's mind, General Zhao had no choice but to give in. After all, he was proud of Wesley. "You win." He threw up his hands in a helpless gesture, his voice tired. "As long as you sign the document and agree to get transferred to D City, I'll sign your marriage application forms. Now, go fetch your document."

Wesley saluted to express his gratitude and left the office to fetch the document. He soon returned with the transfer agreement. While Wesley signed it, the old man did the same on the marriage application forms.

After all the procedures, Wesley got the marriage licenses the next morning.

He couldn't help the need to share the good news with Blair, but she was still at work. He had to find something else to do to kill the time.

By the time Wesley headed home, it was about 8 o'clock in the evening, a silver moon high in the sky. When he opened the door, Blair, who was packing her stuff in the walk-in closet, paused for a while before continuing on. He eased the envelope with the marriage licenses in it from his pocket, a nervous flutter in his belly.

After a deep breath, Wesley walked in and reached out to Blair, the envelope in his hand. "Take a look!" he smiled. Blair paused, but she didn't say anything, nor did she take the envelope. She returned to folding her clothes. A bit anxious, Wesley grabbed her wrist. "Look at it!"

Blair looked at him, her eyes full of sarcasm. "A shameless woman like me doesn't deserve to look at your stuff."

Wesley hung his head, her words stinging him. "I'm sorry for what I said." He'd been mad at her for drugging him, and had allowed his anger to get the best of him, which led to a slip of the tongue. A slip he wished he could take back. But words were like arrows, and once fired, they could not be called back.

Blair, of course, would not forgive him that easily. Glaring at him, she snorted. Then she grabbed the envelope, shook off his hand, walked to her door, and threw the envelope out of her bedroom. She pointed at the living room, voice like ice. "Get out!"

Wesley's face darkened.

His mood became black, dampening the joy, the earlier excitement, and the dreamy occasion he had envisioned.

"Wesley Li, I don't want to see your face right now. You may leave," Blair added coldly.

Wesley didn't move.

Blair took a deep breath before going back to the walk-in closet to continue packing her stuff.

However, just as she was about to pick up a shirt, Wesley grabbed her hand, a helpless feeling running through him. "Blair, please, just look at the thing in the envelope."

said no!" Blair

pulled her into his arms and held her

held her closer to him. The

a look at the marriage licenses in the envelope, but now all he wanted to do was

were dark beads full of lust. Desire. Hunger. Blair suddenly had a bad feeling about it. His eyes reminded her of a wild

rosy lips, which had been torturing him for

which turned into sucking and fucking and every position

to gather himself. He eased up and glanced at Blair, admiring the sleeping woman's beauty. Then, he got dressed, went into the living

marriage licenses from the envelope, a satisfied

the empty envelope on the table and tucked

on the

him, he looked at the door as

hung like

he been this

so, they would

more importantly, he would have been able to make love to her every night. That

now.' Wesley felt warm inside when he thought

they were married, she would always be his, whether he was here or abroad. A soldier's marriage was under the protection of law. Even if he went to carry out a mission and was not by Blair's side, no man would dare to get

of this, Wesley realized he had made a

he had taken her virginity, asked her to take the morning-after pill and disappeared for a few days. Then he came back

again, which made the department manager a little

night. He had been an insatiable beast. She felt like a truck had rolled over her body. And yet, as much as she disliked admitting it, as much as she was sore, she felt

the mirror. Unintentionally, her eyes were drawn to the love bites on her neck again. They

bath, she put on

to the living room to look for the envelope on the

opened it, but

did he give me

up with an answer. She would not ask Wesley. 'Whatever! I don't want to talk to

out of her wits. Something happened to Debbie! More accurately, Carlos,