Take My Breath Away

'Carlos promised that he would protect and take care of me for the rest of my life, but why didn't he stop Debbie when she was bullying me?

He said that he would ask her to apologize to me, but when she forced me to apologize to her, he didn't even try to stop her, ' Megan thought.

She knew it was not that he couldn't stop her, but that he didn't want to. If Carlos wanted to prevent something from happening, he could. Be it Debbie or anyone else, it didn't matter. What mattered was whether he really wanted to or not.

So on the surface, it seemed like he was protecting Megan, but actually he was on Debbie's side.

In the end, neither Wesley nor Damon stopped Debbie from attacking her. 'Debbie called those three men idiots. They aren't. Maybe they already know what I did and what I have always been doing.

Huh! Men are such liars!' Megan thought resentfully.

Wesley drove around on the streets aimlessly. He couldn't stop thinking about that woman.

When his mind finally came back to the present, his car had already come to a stop at the entrance of a run-down housing estate.

This was where her fiance lived. Wesley had heard that she was pregnant. She was only twenty years old. But she was willing to have a baby.

The man she was going to marry was several years older than her and had no money or power. Why was she willing to marry him? Was she happy with him?

Wesley parked the car across the street and killed the engine. He rolled down the window, lit his cigarette and took a drag on it. Several people came and went through the entrance.

After a long while, a cab came to a halt at the entrance. A man in his late twenties walked out.

A woman of the same age got out of the cab, following him. They walked into the housing estate together intimately.

Wesley squinted his eyes at the sight. The man looked like her fiance.

But in his arms was another woman. 'I thought she was living a happy life after she left me. Looks like that is coming to a shattering end.'

A sad smile crept over Wesley's lips.

He took out his phone and called someone. "Find a way to make her come to her fiance's place right away."

Twenty minutes later, a bus stopped near the entrance of the housing estate. As the bus left, a flustered girl sprinted towards the entrance.

Wesley frowned. 'Isn't she pregnant? How is she able to run like that? Does she have a death wish? Or is she trying to kill the baby?'

Without giving it much thought, he got out of his car and followed her inside.

She dashed through a door and took the stairs to the second floor. From the first floor, Wesley could hear her insert the key and open the door to her fiance's apartment.

Soon enough, angry voices came from inside. The man said, "She came here for work. Can you stop being so paranoid?"

Then Wesley heard a familiar female voice. "Work? Who does their work in the bedroom? I can see how messy the bed is! Do you think I am blind or do you take me for a fool?" she retorted furiously.

The apartment was quiet for a few minutes. Next thing, the door was slammed shut, and hasty footsteps were heard rushing downstairs.

When she reached the first floor, Blair Jing put her seven-decimeter-long suitcase on the floor and tried to drag it out of the building.

A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Ah!" she gasped in surprise. But she quickly regained her composure when she saw the familiar army uniform.

Her eyes were red and swollen. Clearly, she had been crying. Without asking her, Wesley took her suitcase and walked ahead.

For a moment, she was in a daze. When she came to her senses, she trotted to catch up with him. "Why are you here?" she asked. "Give me back my suitcase."

Without a word, Wesley walked out of the housing estate and stopped next to the military vehicle. He put the suitcase in the trunk and opened the passenger door for her.

When she didn't move, he walked to her silently and scooped her up in his arms. He gently placed her in the passenger seat and buckled her up.

"Wesley, why are you here? What is this? Where are you taking me?" It had been a while since their last meeting. Looking at him, Blair Jing bit her lips and tried her best not to let her tears fall.

Wesley didn't answer. He sat in the driver's seat and started the vehicle.

Scenes from their last meeting came flooding back to him. It was two months ago. With her arm wrapped in her fiance's, she had told Wesley happily, "We're engaged. This is my fiance."

But now, the engagement ring on her finger was gone. She had taken it off and thrown it at her bastard fiance's face. He was the one who had cheated on her, yet she was the one who had to pack everything and leave the apartment.

She had been living there for several months. The vehicle finally came to a stop in front of an upscale block of flats.

Wesley pulled up into the parking lot and took her to an apartment that was much larger and fancier than her ex-fiance's. "You're pregnant. You need a quiet and serene place to take care of yourself and the baby."

Blair Jing waited a moment to calm herself down.

Then she gave him a puzzled look and asked, "Pregnant? When was I ever pregnant? What made you think that? And whose baby am I carrying? Yours?" Her voice was laced with sarcasm.

"We never slept together,"

he said in a low voice.

"Right, I never slept with you. But I bet that woman did," she said casually.

Wesley gave her a long look but didn't bother to explain anything. "You know the entry password. You can stay here. I won't disturb you unless there is something important. Bye."

He turned to leave.

Blair Jing said hurriedly, "Of course you won't disturb me. You hate me, after all. I was wrong all along. I shouldn't have disturbed you and your previous Megan in the past."

Wesley paused, but he didn't look back. He opened the door and strode out without a word.

Looking around the empty apartment, she slumped into the cough and burried her teary face into her hands.

Everytime he saw her, she was in some kind of embarrassing situation. When she had gotten engaged, she had thought that finally she had something to be proud of in front of him. But now, even that was gone, and he had seen her leave her fiance's place in defeat.

'Wesley, you idiot. Why did you leave so soon? I didn't even get a good look at you,' Blair Jing thought.

When Carlos came out of the hospital entrance, once again, Debbie was nowhere to be found. He closed his eyes in frustration and thought that maybe one day his wife would set a new Guiness record in running.

He called her. To his surprise, the call was answered only on the third ring. "Yes, Mr. Huo? How may I help you?"

"Where are you?"

"In a cab."

"Where to?"

"Going home to pack and get the hell out of your life."

"Wait for me at home."

He said that much and hung up.

Carlos was always quick to act. Before they had headed for the hospital, Debbie had heard Carlos telling Wesley on the phone that he was going back to the manor, but when she and Wesley reached the hospital, Carlos was already there waiting for them.

And now, when the cad arrived at the manor, Carlos' Emperor was already parked at the entrance. The man was leaning against the car door, smoking.

Once the cad stopped, Carlos walked over to it with cigarette in his mouth. He opened the door for Debbie, who was paying the fare.