Take My Breath Away

Blair didn't hear Wesley coming up behind her. She rolled her eyes and decided to say something to make him jealous. She turned around and asked the man leaning against his car, "By the way, there's a guy I'm talking to on WeChat. He lives around here. He's good at taekwondo, so he can definitely protect me. Don't worry about me."

Wesley, who was about to light a cigarette, decided to call her bluff with a barrage of questions. "What's his name? Where does he live? How old is he? What does he do? How did you two know each other? Why date him? Did he ask you out? He knew you were in A Country?"

There were so many questions that Blair only remembered some of them. "He's 31, a taekwondo coach. We met at a party and started talking. He asked me to look him up when I was in town. I'm texting him that I'm here. I'm sure he'll ask me out." After saying that, she took out her phone.

Turning around, she walked to the elevator without looking at Wesley's face.

She opened the WeChat and clicked a dialog box. She wrote, "Hey, you up?"

The reply came soon. "Yeah. Free now, Bless?"

Blair typed, "Mmm hmm. I'm in your town, actually. Wanna get a cup of coffee?" She was about to click the "send" button.

Before she could do so, her phone was snatched away. Giggling in her heart, she pretended to yell, "Help! Thief!"

Wesley was stunned into silence by her reaction.

Some people in the car park looked at them to figure out what the commotion was. Blair immediately waved her hand and cried, "He...he robbed me... Mmmph..." Wesley quickly covered her mouth.

With a deadpan face, he told the others apologetically, "Sorry, guys. She's my friend. She's mad at me, so..."

Seeing Wesley's military uniform, the onlookers immediately believed what he said. One of them even looked at Blair with an amused smile, saying, "That looks like a fun game. I'll have to try it sometime. Maybe my wife would be into it."

Blair's jaw dropped. She didn't know how to retort.

Wesley deleted what she had typed and typed a different message to the guy she was trying to meet. She watched helplessly as the message was sent to Mr. Guo—"Sorry, wrong guy."

Blair was still in shock.

Wesley locked her phone, tucked it in his pocket and grabbed her wrist, striding forward. "You can go on a date when you are back in Y City. Not now. Now you have to stay with me. I took you out, and I need to keep an eye on you."

Blair tried her best to shake off his hand and snapped, "Let go of me. And don't talk to me. You're still a jerk!" Why did she have to listen to him? He had kissed her so many times and even made her give him a hand job. Yet he was obstinate, refusing to be her boyfriend. What a jerk!

"You used to bug me all the time! What's changed?"

Blair's heart broke. "Everything, that's what. We're done. I don't want to put up with your antics anymore. And I don't want to cry for you ever again. You think I still love you after what you've done? In your dreams! Boo...hoo..."

Although she said she didn't want to cry for him ever again, her tears betrayed her, streaming down her cheeks.

Wesley was shocked when he saw her tears. 'She's in the wrong business. Translator? Try actress, ' he thought.

"Wesley Li, you asshole!" she said, voice hoarse from crying. She was choking on her heartbreak.

Wesley held her hands softly and asked in the softest tone, "Why are you crying?"

"You just said I seduced you. I feel cheap." She wouldn't admit that she seduced Wesley.

She cried more after saying that. Wesley's heart was crushed. He wiped her tears with his rough palm and said hurriedly, "No, that's not it."

"I didn't seduce you. You did that. I wanted to move on, but you insisted we live under the same roof. Now you're accusing me of seducing you... Boo...hoo..." She was really hurt by his words this time. She had a crush on him years ago. And now, after all the time they spent together, she loved him even more deeply.

"Please don't cry." His voice was soft yet helpless.

Blair shook her head. Tears fell out of her eyes, blurring her vision. She stared at him and said, "I can't. You don't understand how much that hurts. You humiliated me."

'Is she crying because my words hurt her or because I humiliated her?' Wesley had no clue. "Don't cry, okay? Let's talk," he coaxed.

"Boo...hoo..." Blair was done listening to him. She was going to cry until she felt vindicated. She knew Wesley couldn't deal with her tears.

"Sorry, my fault. Just stop crying. Blair, tears won't solve anything." Her pained expression made his heart ache—a lot. He wished he could turn back time and give himself a good punch in the face.

"I know my tears won't work on you. Seeing me cry does nothing for you. You probably think I'm annoying," Blair sniffed. "Boo...hoo... Just get away from me. Go! I don't want to see you. Do you hear me?"

That was her strategy; she was retreating in order to advance. Deep down, she sneered and thought, 'I have you now, Wesley! You're all mine!'

Wesley really didn't know how to make her stop crying, and had to say, "Hey, hey, mea culpa, okay? I shouldn't have said that. Forgive me?"

Blair's crying came to a stop all of a sudden. "Did I seduce you?" she sniffed.

"No. I...I came on to you," Wesley stammered, his hands balling into fists. It took a lot for him to say that.

Blair flashed a smug smile and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "That's right."

Wesley didn't know what to say.

She slid her arm into his and demanded, "Wesley, take me out for a bite. Or I'll tell your mom you bullied me and disobeyed her."

Wesley pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and looked at her red eyes. "What am I going to do with you? If I weren't a soldier, I'd marry you and ground you. You wouldn't be able to talk to a soul."

Blair knew what he meant and offered, "Marry me and ground me now. You can come home to a good meal and some sexy time. Then we'll have a baby. Our baby and I will stay at home and wait for you. Sounds good, huh?"

Yes. The scene Blair described was attractive. He had to admit that it melted his heart and turned him on all at the same time.

But soon he realized that he was a soldier. He was in danger every single day. He could die without warning. He couldn't let her go through that.

Blair could sense that his mood changed suddenly. She pretended to cough. "Ahem! Let go of me! You trying to strangle me?"

When he heard that, Wesley immediately let her go. "Get your act together," he warned.

"I cried for such a long time I think I turned thirty," Blair complained, pouting her lips.

Wesley sighed helplessly and asked, "What do you want to drink?"

"Are you going to buy me whatever I want?"

"Of course."

"An ice coke!"

He wanted to argue it was winter, but he also promised that he would buy her whatever she wanted to drink. "You can only take a sip," he finally said.