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."

'It's all his fault! Why does he want

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 looked at the paper bags

have a baby. What choice

having a child," said Wesley. The seriousness in his voice showed that he meant every word. If Blair really

are you talking about? Look at my great-grandson. Isn't he lovely? Don't you want a baby as lovely as him for yourselves?" Mooney gestured with his eyes at Sheffield, who seemed busy playing with

"He is so cute. I'll have these medicines." "If Wesley wants

of having a baby as lovely as Sheffield and Patrick gave Blair

and then said, "Apart from helping

"Really?" Blair's eyes widened.

medicines can help with the tummy ache during

problems she dreaded during her period. Blair felt relieved to know that the medicines would work to help her in more than one way. After

decoct the medicines

on decocting the medicines for her. After almost two hours, he entered the study with a bowl of thick, mushy black liquid and found Blair working on her laptop. "Wash your hands and drink

of an acrid odor

bowl apprehensively and pouted her lips. Unfortunately, she would have to

to wash her hands before she picked up the bowl and blew on it to cool it down

the kitchen to clean up and hopefully get rid of the smell, but when he came back to the study, he found Blair

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 will

to cool down so

you," said Wesley with an air of urgency.

as her taste buds registered the bitterness. It was the first time she had taken

to be in good health-at least then she wouldn't have to deal with this torture. When Wesley came back,

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 to hold back his laughter. "To tell you the truth,

Blair was shocked at

a plum candy to ease the bitterness