True Love Waits

Chapter 743 Wesley Wants A Child

Before Blair said anything, Wesley took Sheffield from her arms.

Just then, Ingrid came to the living room and walked over to them. "Sheffield... Wesley? Blair? Hello! When did you get here?"

"We've been here for a while. Ingrid, is this your son?" Blair's eyes sparkled as she looked at Ingrid.

"Yes, he is. This little boy is so naughty he runs about everywhere. I have to keep an eye on him all day long. Sheffield, come here and let me hold you," Ingrid said while spreading her arms out. The little boy, however, shook his head and reached out his hands to Blair. "Aunt... Hug..."

Blair and Ingrid burst into laughter, amused by the adorable boy. Wesley, on the other hand, wore a deadpan face the whole time.

With a smirk, Ingrid squinted her eyes at her son and explained, "My son loves pretty girls. That's why he wants you to hug him, Blair. Sheffield, come here before your uncle Wesley gets angry." Ingrid picked her son up from Wesley's arms and sat him down on her lap.

Blair turned to look at Wesley and was unsurprised with his expressionless face. She playfully reached for Sheffield and said, "Ingrid, let me play with him for a while. I don't have anything else to do. Hi baby, do you want a hug?"

Sheffield giggled and practically threw himself into Blair's arms. His little face glowed from a light within, and his miniature fingers grasped hers and held tight.

After a while, Mooney came back carrying paper bags in his hands. Blair and Sheffield were squatted under a tree, observing ants, while Wesley was chatting with Ingrid.

Wesley got up and took the paper bags politely. "Thank you for the medicines, Grandpa Mooney."

"No worries. Decoct the herbs with red dates. One pack of herbs should last you three days. Drink the liquid three times a day. There are five packs in total. I think fifteen days is enough to cure your wife," Mooney said.

Blair walked up to them holding Sheffield's hand, and upon hearing Mooney's words, she cried out, "Five packages? Three times a day?" Suffice it to say, Blair wasn't very fond of Chinese medicines because they were bitter.

Mooney chuckled at her response. "If you two want to become parents, you must take the medicines. Otherwise, the chances of you getting pregnant are very slim."

Wesley. 'It's all his fault! Why

up and said, "Don't complain, Blair. It's only for two weeks. I know people who have to take Chinese medicines for almost a year. You should be thankful for being so lucky." Wesley

you said you wanted to have a baby. What choice do I have apart

showed that he meant every word. If Blair really didn't want to have a baby, he would not force

are you talking about? Look at my great-grandson. Isn't he lovely? Don't you want a baby as lovely

have these medicines." "If Wesley wants to have a baby, I'll do it

as lovely as Sheffield

then said, "Apart from helping with pregnancy, these

"Really?" Blair's eyes widened.

with the tummy

After saying their goodbyes to Mooney, Ingrid and Sheffield, Wesley and Blair then went to the supermarket first, so they could buy some red dates and

the medicines on her own, but

two hours, he entered the study with a bowl of thick, mushy black liquid and found Blair working on her laptop.

of an acrid

her lips. Unfortunately, she would have to drink the medicinal liquid even though she

dragged herself in and out of the bathroom to wash her hands before she picked up

he came back to the study, he found Blair reading a book next to the

he picked up the bowl, stood in front of her and snatched her book away. "Drink it now. The colder it gets, the bitterer it

believe her ears. She was waiting for it to

would never lie to you," said Wesley with an air of urgency.

registered the bitterness.

sighed helplessly and watched him leave. She now realized how important it was to be in good health-at least then she wouldn't have to deal with this torture. When Wesley came back, Blair was still staring at the bowl. He showed her a bag of plum candies and said, "You can only have these after you finish that bowl." Wesley knew

like an eternity, she only managed to drink two-thirds of it. "Wesley, can you use less water next time when you decoct the medicines?" she complained. Wesley tried his best

shocked

to ease the bitterness