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.

this time, Wesley didn't force her to open the door. He walked back to

alone, without the warmth of his embrace. Blair tossed and

grew impatient. It was already past 2 a.m. She still had

water didn't help with her restlessness. She scuffed her feet to the balcony and fell into a daze as she looked at the

was a little chilly outside. She pulled

and knew that she was up. Wondering what she had gotten up for, he listened

got out

room was dimly lit. Wesley looked around

for her everywhere before he finally found her standing on the balcony. She looked so lonely. Suddenly, it dawned on him that she was still not mentally

jump? That single thought frightened the

as fast as he could, grabbed her and pulled her away from the

Blair screamed as he roughly dragged her away from the

with his hand; anger and 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

"What?" Blair was confused.

If you ever try to kill yourself again, I'll take you everywhere with

"What are you talking about? I wasn't trying to commit suicide. I just couldn't sleep. So, I got up to drink some water. Then, I came

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

worried to death. He wanted

he was trying to get her to take therapy. She resisted. "No!" she rebuffed and started to

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

me all the time." 'She is less resilient now and doesn't know how to deal with pressure anymore,

Blair was disappointed. She was quiet for a

to leave him because I'm ill,' she

buried deep inside her, each of them heartbreaking. It was too hard to talk about them. It hurt to even think about

expose herself to another person, not even to Wesley, the man she loved so dearly. She was afraid that he would find out about her vulnerability, and