Against all etiquettes, Blair kept nosing around and saw that Megan had sent a bit too many WeChat messages to Wesley while they were still at the army base. She had even told him that someone had been following her the whole evening; a later message said that she was scared and wanted him to keep her company.
In response, Wesley had told her that he was busy right now, but he would ask her bodyguard about it and also, he was going to visit her tomorrow. Megan, of course, did not seem happy with that. But instead of acting it out, she had tried sadness as a weapon. She had sent him a crying-face emoji and complained that he didn't care for her anymore, just like Carlos.
Wesley had denied the claim. But Megan had kept sending him messages even after that. What was worse, he had been very patient and replied to every message she had sent.
Megan had also asked Wesley why he hadn't answered her phone call, and he had told her that it was not a convenient time to talk. To be honest, most of the time, he had been trying to avoid her.
When Wesley finally walked out of the bathroom, he saw that Blair was playing with his phone. He didn't seem to mind at all and asked casually, "Are you sleepy?"
He was hoping that she was too sleepy to mess with him any further. Wishful thinking!
"Wesley, I'm checking on your chat with Megan," Blair said in a matter-of-fact tone while scrolling through the chat log. "You know? Anyone who sees this will think these are the conversations of a couple. She even played cute and sweet." 'Damn! I've never played cute and sweet in front of him, ' she thought angrily.
Wesley walked towards her dressing table and picked up a facial mask without seeming to be angry, or in fact, anything. "Is it possible for you to leave her alone? Will you even choose her over your future girlfriend?" she asked.
In response, the man threw the facial mask back onto the dressing table and then stood beside her bed, reaching out his hand towards her.
Obviously, he wanted his phone back. Blair bit her lower lip, locked his phone, and gave it back to him.
He put the phone back into his pocket and told her, "It's late. You should get some sleep." Then he turned around and made his way towards the door without looking back.
"Wait! Are you mad at me because I saw the chat log?" Blair called out behind him. 'Humph! He always defends the bitch!' she thought.
"No," Wesley replied shortly without even turning his head. And it was true. There was no secret he shared with Megan that needed to be kept hidden from Blair.
Blair, however, had her own ideas. She fell down prone on the bed and pretended to sob. "Fine! Go away! Leave me alone! Do not come back to me ever again!"
Wesley felt completely helpless now. "It's late. You need to sleep."
Blair seemed to be in no mood to give a damn about what he was saying and just kept on crying.
'I swear I won't let her drink ever again!' Wesley told himself bitterly. Dealing with an intoxicated Blair was even harder than dealing with his enemies. It was, without doubt, his least favored thing to do.
He left her bedroom silently.
Blair didn't even know where he was going. He just left like that.
She shook her dizzy head and sat up on the bed. Staring around the empty bedroom, she flashed a smile that seemed to mock her own self. 'It seems like I overestimated myself this time. He doesn't care for me at all! Huh!'
She walked slowly into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and poured some water onto her face. Suddenly, either her emotions got the better of her or something else happened but she began to cry loudly. "Waah…"
'I won't drink ever again. Every time I'm drunk, I'm unable to control myself. Wesley must be thinking about how extremely annoying I am!'
She was crying loudly and when Wesley came back to her bedroom with his quilt and pillow, he heard her doing so in the bathroom.
He held his breath, threw the stuff in his hand onto the bed and all but rushed into the bathroom head on. Blair was washing her face and crying.
He came over towards her, turned off the faucet, grabbed a clean towel and began to gently wipe the water off her face. He was annoyed, but a crying Blair was not something he could handle.
Blair looked at him in the mirror and complained, "Why bother taking care of me? I thought you didn't want to! Aren't you mad at me?" She really didn't want to mess with him right now, but she was completely drunk and unable to control herself.
"I'm not mad at you," he repeated patiently.
Blair put her hands around his waist and asked in a sad voice, "Wesley, am I annoying?"
"No." Wesley was confused as to why she always asked him the same question. He didn't even know how to respond to it anymore.
She raised her head abruptly and asked, "Then, will you apply a facial mask? I would like that."
Wesley was rendered speechless. He sighed helplessly and agreed to the idea. Otherwise, she was going to find a thousand more ways to deal with him. So he gave in and Blair first applied a facial mask on his face. After he had lain down on the bed, she applied another one on her own face and lay down next to him.
She then turned over and held his arm. "This is your first time, huh?" she asked.
'What? My first time?' Wesley's face changed at first. Then he realized that she was asking whether it was his first time using a facial mask and not being in bed with a woman. He nodded.
"How do you feel?"
"Meh!" It was an understatement. The facial mask on his face was sticky and smelt awful.
"Really? Then, if you are neutral about it, will you apply it again?" she asked.
"NO!" His answer was firm and decisive. One time was enough.
"No? Wesley, you need to pay more attention to your face and skin. Okay, how about this? I'll buy a better mask next time for you. I got these from an online store, and they cost me a cent," Blair promised and explained.
"A cent for a piece or a box?" Wesley could not believe it and suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
"A cent for a box of ten pieces. I have used it before, but I don't like it. That's why I invited you to apply it too. To keep me company," Blair told him with an innocent smile.
Wesley was on the brink of a total meltdown. He had no clue about facial masks, but he knew that the cheap buyer took home bad meat. Who knew what was in these goddamn masks! He really wanted to take it off his face and throw it out of the window.
'I'm a man, and it's okay for me to use such cheap, shoddy stuff. But Blair is a girl, and she deserves something better.' With that thought, he suddenly sat up and took the facial mask off her face.
"Aargh! What are you doing? Wesley Li!" Blair sat up like a spring, her heart aching once more.
Wesley began walking towards the trash can and told her casually, "You were very bold to use such a cheap facial mask! But you might be allergic to it."
"Aaaaargh!" Blair was so angry. "Idiot! That facial mask is from Valmont. I bought a box of five pieces when it was on sale. Even then, a single piece cost me more than 200 dollars!"
Wesley was about to tear the facial mask off his own face when he heard this. His hand paused as he murmured in a confused tone, "Hang on! You just said that an entire box cost you only a cent."
"I was just kidding! You idiot! What would a cent get me? A mask to apply on the tip of my nose? Even then I would be lucky. You're hopeless!" Blair didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. She could only helplessly watch as Wesley threw her facial mask into the trash can. It had only been allowed to stay on her face for three minutes and then torn off.
Wesley shrugged nonchalantly.
He then sat back on the bed and told her, "Okay. In that case, I think I'll let it stay on my face a little longer."
That really brought her spirits down. Nevertheless, she didn't want to throw a tantrum just because of this event. After all, it was her who had started the lame joke. "Fine! I'll go wash my face. Just stay here and wait for me."
When she came back, Wesley saw that she did not seem so drunk anymore. So he got out of her bed and picked up his pillow and quilt. He was hoping she would let him leave.
"Sleep now," he simply said.
"What? You are not staying?"
"You sobered up, so I'm leaving."
"No, I didn't. I'm still drunk." Blair blinked her eyes. "My head is spinning. What if I pass out when I go to the bathroom?"
Wesley pursed his lips and climbed onto her bed once again. It really was a roller coaster ride tonight.
After a while, Blair thought that Wesley was finally asleep, so she rested her head on his arm and put her leg on his, dozing off pretty soon afterwards.
But once more, just like last time when they had slept in the same bed, Wesley was unable to fall asleep. He had to take cold showers from time to time to cool himself down.
If she ever found out about this, she would not do it again. But she didn't know and seemed to be having a good night's sleep with his company.
On the third day, Blair started working in Orion's company. Just like in the Jin Group, she was once again given the position of head of the translation department.
Everything seemed to be okay here, though Blair thought that Orion was paying her a bit too much attention. Ah well, never mind. The salary was great!
Time went by fast. One day, when Wesley reached the apartment, he got a call from Niles.
