True Love Waits

Chapter 738

Chapter 738 Four Hundred


They piled into Wesley's off-road vehicle, and he drove Blair and her grandpa to the vegetable field, which was at the edge of the village.

The road was unpaved, so they needed a vehicle like this. Although the road was not a very good one, they were lucky it was wide enough for Wesley's car.

When they arrived, Wesley asked Blair to stay in the car. He and Greenwood would go to work in the field.

Blair wanted to go with them, and stuck up for herself. Wesley pointed to the muddy field and said, "Your shoes will get dirty."

"It's no big deal. I can wash them after we go back home."

"No. Stay here. Why don't you check WeChat if you get bored?" Wesley suggested while locking the car doors. He opened the sunroof to let some air in. Then he left with Greenwood.

Blair fished her phone out of her pocket with her lips pouted. 'Check WeChat if you get bored,' she mocked. 'Jerk!'

She put her phone back and looked around, feeling bored. When she looked up and saw the sunroof, she suddenly had an idea.

'Think you can lock me in the car? Not gonna happen!'

Blair took off her shoes, stood on the seat, and plopped her shoes onto the roof of the car. Then she eased herself through the narrow opening. She paused to take a look around. 'This isn't that high. I can get out this way,' she thought happily.

While harvesting the vegetables, Wesley looked back from time to time to check on Blair. Just as she exited the car, she heard him shouting, "Hey! What are you doing?" He planted the shovel in the dirt and ran to his car.

His sudden voice startled Blair, who was about to put on her shoes. She paused and turned to look at him. "What?" she asked.

Wesley reached his car, opened the door, stuck his head inside the car and pulled her down through the sunroof.

"Aargh!" Caught off-guard, Blair fell into the car, screaming at the top of her lungs. She thought she might hit her head, but she didn't. Wesley caught her just in time. Left with no choice, Wesley agreed that Blair could stay outside. He asked Greenwood to keep her company, while he worked in the field alone.

vegetables they picked. Blair, however, had nothing to do because Wesley wouldn't allow her to lift

noon, Wesley was almost done. Blair didn't expect him to work so efficiently. After all, he was born in a rich family.

few baskets of vegetables, standing beside

Greenwood was about to put the vegetables in the trunk. There was still

costs at least a quarter mil! And Grandpa wants to

confusion. Wesley was looking at her

the new car and the mud-stained vegetables. "Grandpa, you have a tricycle, huh? Why not carry the vegetables with it?" It was

to her,"

baskets from Greenwood and loaded all of them into the

You don't care if it gets messed up?" she asked. 'I've known guys who treat their cars better than their wives. And most guys wouldn't let anyone else drive their cars,'

wouldn't look

didn't get her point, but he needed to let her know something. "Babe, our car

out that it was a high-end vehicle manufactured by ZL Group. Not only that, but it was adapted for

car so he and Blair could ride in it. Although it was a little

'Shows how much I

Wesley even put the rest in the back seat. Blair couldn't hold back any

Wesley raised four fingers.

"Four million?" Blair mouthed.

four fingers, Greenwood asked, "What? Four hundred? No wonder it has crappy trunk

words amused Wesley and

much that thing really cost, but after some deliberation, she decided against it. He might balk at

in the kitchen. Wesley asked Blair to help her grandma, while he himself began to unload the

eyes were drawn to the newcomer. "Hey, Greenwood. That's a handsome lad you have there. Your kid?" someone

proudly, "My grandson-in-law. He's a city slicker. Military, too.

you pick veggies? You're pulling

man angrily. "You think I'm a liar? He's a soldier.

going to continue arguing about something so trivial. "Wow, your granddaughter's a lucky girl to

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