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.

wanted to say, "Then, be naked." But he couldn't. She wasn't in the right

the bed, walked to the closet and grabbed a

"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

could finish his sentence. "I

touch of her soft body made him swallow the

was engulfed in darkness. He wanted to hold

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

liked a boiled lobster. He held her hands in his

he didn't

waited. Both of them

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

her believe that nothing had happened between

her scent. "Fine, let's sleep,"

Blair chewed her lip.

never obliged so readily to my refusal before. Maybe he really is exhausted.'

when she was 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 at

no, I'm good. I'll

innocence. Since she was awake anyway, he threw himself on top of her and pressed his lips on hers.

to take control. If he left

the chance to

eyes darkened. "Worry

struggle, nor did she make a

bit her lip until it bled so that no sound would come out

moaning, Patty's voice rang in her head. So, she gnawed

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 turned and buried her face in