True Love Waits

Chapter 745 The Psychiatrist

Blair shared with the girls about how Wesley had been treating her like a prisoner. Debbie felt bad for her. She figured that some soothing words were just what the doctor ordered, and told Blair that Wesley was only doing that because he loved her too much.

Blair didn't deny it, but still thought that confining her was out of line. He never really cared how she felt, while he selfishly kept her all to himself.

The four women had tea that afternoon. Blair enjoyed her much-needed freedom after a long time of imprisonment. She didn't want to go home to Wesley, so she convinced Debbie to take her in, and Debbie agreed.

Wesley always had his ways of finding her. Blair knew that he'd call her or track her phone down, so after reaching Debbie's place, she texted him saying that she would be spending the night at Debbie's, and then switched off her phone to avoid his calls.

Later that night, Debbie went on a date with Carlos downstairs in the garden; they had made an appointment to walk their dogs together. Blair had the whole apartment to herself. Relaxing in the hammock on the balcony, she took deep breaths of fresh air. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly free and happy.

Worried that Wesley might come to Debbie's place to drag her home, Blair had told Debbie to ask Carlos for help in case Wesley did come barging in.

This was important to her. So she took out her phone, intending to give Debbie a call to remind her, only to quickly realize that she didn't have her friend's new number. She took the elevator and went downstairs to talk to Debbie in person.

Eventually, Carlos agreed to help them.

But he and Wesley were best buddies after all. Blair had to go home with Wesley in the end.

It took a while for Blair and Debbie to say their goodbyes to each other. Wesley was in a bad mood because Blair was reluctant to go home with him. The long farewell irritated him so much that he yanked her away impatiently.

On their way back, Blair leaned on the car window, her eyes fixed on the view. She refused to talk to him.

Wesley was a man of few words, so he didn't try to start a conversation either. He let her be.

When they were home, he took her hand in his, but she shook it off without even looking at him.

After a long bath, Blair walked into the guest room. Wesley walked towards the room she was in after having his shower, but she had locked the door.

didn't force her to open the door. He

Blair tossed

the night wore on, Blair grew impatient. It was already past 2 a.m. She still had trouble sleeping. With a sigh, she

to the balcony and fell into a daze as she

She pulled her pajamas closer

knew that she was up. Wondering

out of bed silently and

was dimly lit. Wesley looked around but didn't

so lonely. Suddenly,

she was planning to jump?

could, grabbed

Blair screamed as he roughly dragged her away from the balcony and into the

sorrow engulfed him. "Did you think of me even once before you decided to jump?" he demanded in a low voice. He spent all the time he could spare on her, only because he loved her and wanted to

"What?" Blair was confused.

again, I'll take you everywhere with me-to work,

I just couldn't sleep. So, I got

then sighed in relief as he realized that he had overreacted. But he knew that her mental health was not yet stable, and that worried him. He stroked her hair for a while and said, "I have a friend who is a psychiatrist. She just came back from abroad. Shall we

was worried to death. He wanted her to get

to take therapy. She

forced her to look at him. "Blair, I want you to get well. I want you to be healthy and happy for the rest of your life. Can you do that for me? Please? I'll come with you." Blair squirmed free of his grip and declared, "I'm not ill. I have

the time." 'She is

was disappointed. She was

trying to leave him because I'm ill,'

them heartbreaking. It was too hard to talk about them. It hurt to even think

expose herself to another person, not even to Wesley, the man she loved