True Love Waits

Chapter 736 She's A Weird Girl

Greenwood was about to stand up to have a talk with Blair. Wesley stopped him and said, "Grandpa, please. I'll talk to her myself." "All right. Do as you wish."

Wesley walked out of the house. Seeing Blair still squatted down on the vegetable patch, he quickly took off his coat and cap, and put them aside. He didn't want her to do all this strenuous work. Blair was picking up weeds and throwing them aside angrily, as if she were venting her anger on the plants. Wesley lifted the angry woman to her feet and pulled her out of the patch of farm land. Ignoring her angry protest, he rolled up his sleeves and began weeding. Although he didn't have much experience in this kind of work, he was a soldier who had undergone all kinds of harsh training. It wasn't a big deal for him.

Blair left him there alone and after washing her hands, she asked her grandfather, "Grandpa, do we have enough firewood?"

"Uh, no. We need some more. I'll go get some," the old man said, getting up from his chair.

"Grandpa, please rest. I'll get it." Blair grabbed the long rope which her grandfather usually used to tie up the wood.

"Girl, stop. You are not strong enough to carry the wood back!" Marie tried to stop her granddaughter, but the girl rushed out before she could say anything else.

Wesley heard the conversation and walked over to her. "Grandma, don't worry. Leave it to me."

"O-okay... Thank you, Wesley."

He easily caught up to Blair and silently followed her to an empty land behind the house. A pile of firewood was stocked there for their daily use.

When she was about to reach out for the wood, he pulled her away and grabbed the rope from her hand. He bent down to gather a few pieces of firewood together, tied them up tightly with the rope, and threw them over his shoulder. He carried them back to the house with ease.

Blair's mouth hung open in amazement. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but chose to be silent.

Before the sun went down, Wesley had finished all the chores and farm work which Blair had planned to do-carrying the firewood to the courtyard, cutting them into pieces, weeding the vegetable patch, and drawing water from the well. And he did it all so efficiently, like he had years of experience doing it.

When night fell and the two elders were busy cooking in the kitchen, Blair took the chance to push the man out of the door. She urged in a low voice, "We don't have enough rooms here for guests. Leave now." He tried to find an excuse to stay. "It's dark outside. And it's not safe to drive on the mountain roads."

"Then go to the town nearby. Check into a hotel."

can just make a bed on the floor of your room." He had no intentions of leaving

"You're the respected Senior Colonel Li. You don't have to endure all this suffering for my sake. Please go back downtown and live in

refused bluntly and walked past her into

Blair ran after him and blocked

a better idea. He raised

knife and came out

a gloomy tone, "I'm

it's dark outside. How

was silently clenching her teeth. "There are not enough rooms here, are there? I can check into a hotel in the town and come back

you married? The bed in Blair's room is big enough for two people. You can stay in her room." The old man suddenly turned around to look at Blair with a raised eyebrow. "Did

gaze. She retorted, "Why are you keeping him here? I'm not going to share a

grave mistake did he do? He was too

her own grandfather would

not her fault. I made

don't have to cover for her. Dinner will be ready soon. You must be

her lips. Nonetheless,

mischievously. She took out a stick of deep-fried dough stick and handed it to him. "Eat." Wesley looked at the dried dough stick. Without any hesitation, he grabbed

been kept for over a week. She thought that he wouldn't

particular about food. He could make do with anything he had, unlike other young men from wealthy families who only ate rare and exquisite food. Besides, he didn't mind doing house chores and heavy

he blend in the wealthy

generously open bottles of luxury drinks at the

would smoke different brands of cigars, according to the circumstances he was in. He always adapted

arts skills, provided that he was as romantic as Wayne Chen, the role he

that she was staring at him the whole time. Wesley smiled. "Like what you see, ma'am?" Wesley's voice rang in

second thought. He was indeed