True Love Waits

Chapter 747 The Drunken Wesley

Wesley gently wiped away the tears on Blair's face and asked the therapist, "How is she?"

Dr. Xue smiled. "She was unhappy because of her past, and she kept all that bottled up. Now she admitted it, she'll be fine. She just needs some rest."

"So what's the prognosis?"

"Don't worry. She's going through a lot right now, and probably needs some time to process it. Take her outdoors as much as you can to help her forget those things. Then she will be fine."

"But..." There was still one thing baffling Wesley. "If she loves me so much, why does she keep trying to leave?"

"You'd have to ask her. She's probably mad at you for something. Whether she'll tell you is beyond my pay grade. It could also be for some other reason. Whatever it was, it's on you. I could get her to talk about the bad memories, but I can't guarantee she won't try to run off. If I were you, I'd have a heart-to-heart with her."

Wesley scooped Blair up and said to the doctor, "Probably a good idea."

"Take her home. She doesn't need any medicine. But watch her. And get her out in the open air. Don't keep her cooped up."

"Okay. Thank you, doctor."

"Don't mention it. I'll have my assistant print out discharge papers."

Blair slept for quite a few hours after they got home. She had a dream, where she was with her parents, the Ji family, and Wesley. It seemed like several days passed in the dream.

In that dream, she brought Wesley home. Her parents were very happy to meet him and even urged them to have a baby ASAP, so they could be grandparents.

The next morning, she got up quite early. When Wesley woke up and turned his head to look for her, she wasn't in bed.

He was so worried he didn't bother dressing before he donned his slippers hurriedly and ran out of the bedroom, shouting, "Blair! Blair!"

He stopped when he saw her in the kitchen. She was busy making breakfast.

She was making omelets, with the range hood on. Hearing him calling her, she smiled, spatula in hand. "Hey! You're awake. I'm making breakfast. It will be ready in a bit." The mischievous smile she gave him was reassuring. The old Blair was back. The girl he met a few years ago.

He nodded and asked with caution, "Feeling okay?"

Blair blinked. "Of course."

sigh of relief. "Good. I'm going

be too long, or I might take your portion," she

I'll have you for breakfast.

"Ah! Shoot! My omelet burned! It's your fault. You

was finally convinced that she was fine, and

a job, but Wesley stopped her. "I

Where are

yet. Where do you want to

enjoy the scenery anywhere,

when I've decided." Wesley started clearing the

"Okay."

out and Blair stayed home, preferring to

open the door, she craned her neck and said, "You're back!" "Yeah." Wesley lowered

walked over. "Where did you go? Figure out where we're vacationing yet?"

her. That was when

smell the rancid stench of sweat and alcohol. "Did you

other guys." Wesley tossed his

he nuzzled her neck. "You're drunk," she said, poking his forehead

had fun." He was so happy that he had drunk more than he

time she had seen him drunk. She thought

some fun. "Go to your room

you bathe

that coming. 'He hits on me even when

said like

gaped at his

I'll lead you there,"

all the way. Blair half-dragged and half-led him into the bathroom. "You are

other women. Only my wife. Sweetheart, call me 'honey." He held

cute. She rubbed his cheeks and said, "I can call you 'honey,' but you'll have to promise to let me make love

"Okay," he answered readily.

thinking her trick worked. When she called him "honey," Wesley felt his heart nearly melt. He was so turned on