True Love Waits

Chapter 708 Worry About Yourself

Baldwin had nothing to say to that. He had to go and knock on the housemaid's door.

After getting the recipe from him, Wesley began to make the soup.

Blair was sound asleep when she heard someone calling her name. It sounded like Wesley.

She opened her eyes and saw him pulling away her covers.

She was feeling sticky all over. She touched her forehead and found that it was sweating.

When Wesley came back after putting away the covers, he saw that she was awake. "The covers were too thick. You are sweating profusely," he explained. "Oh," she responded lightly.

Wesley sat on her bedside and said, "Have some soup before going back to sleep." She nodded slowly, and he took the bowl of soup in his hand, ready to feed her.

Blair sat up meekly. She took a sip of it as Wesley placed the spoon to her lips after blowing on it gently.

Too much ginger gave it a funny taste. Blair winced, but finished the bowl without any complaint.

After he put down the bowl, she gazed at him for a moment. Then, she said, "I'm feeling hot. I want to take a bath."

Her sleepy expression, the beads of sweat on her forehead, and her sheer pajamas made her so attractive at that moment. Wesley gulped. "All right."

He carried her into the bathroom, ran the water for her and then left immediately.

Meanwhile, he went to her bedroom and took a shower. When he walked back into his room, Blair was still in the bathroom.

Wesley knew her pace, so he didn't rush her. He adjusted the temperature in the room and waited as he reclined on the headboard, doing something on his phone.

It was too late into the night, so Blair didn't wash her hair. After a while, she walked out of the bathroom in a bath towel.

Standing by the bathroom door, she blushed and said, "I... I don't have any clothes here." Her pajamas smelled of sweat. She didn't want to wear them again.

be naked." But he

closet and grabbed a white shirt. "Wear this. I'll buy

"Okay."

shirt on, lay down beside him and shut her

docile all night. It felt strange. Wesley had to say what he had been wanting to explain the whole night. "Patty

he could finish his sentence. "I don't want to talk about it. I'm

made him swallow the

The room was engulfed in darkness. He wanted to hold her, but Blair quickly

and turned her around to face him. "Honey, I can't take it anymore," he

flushed liked a boiled lobster. He held her hands

consent, he didn't dare make the next

waited. Both of them were silent for a

is enough for you. We'll do it tomorrow," she finally

could he do to make her believe that nothing

her tightly, immersed in her scent. "Fine,

Blair chewed her lip.

more than once today then? He has never obliged so readily to my refusal before. Maybe he really

still thinking about this and that, Wesley put his hand

"I'm trying."

I can't sleep either." With her by his side, he couldn't sleep

no, I'm good. I'll probably doze off

she was awake anyway, he threw himself on top of her and pressed

some consideration, he decided to take control. If he left

as she got the chance to speak, Blair gasped

darkened. "Worry about

did she make a single noise. Afterwards, Wesley found

it bled so that no

voice rang in her head. So, she gnawed at her

frustrated

When Wesley finally saw her broken lip, he was pissed. He held her chin up and warned, "Blair, if you bite your lip again, I'll kill you!" Blair didn't speak. With her eyes closed, she