Now that she couldn't watch the movie, Blair scolded Wesley like a naughty kid. "Just sit there and watch the movie. If you don't want to watch it, just leave! Quit bugging me!"
"Just relax and watch the movie," Wesley said casually.
'How can I do that, when you're stroking my hand nonstop?' she thought to herself.
When she'd finally had enough, Blair stood up and said coldly,
"Out of my way."
Wesley sat on her left, blocking her way out.
"Where are you going?"
"To save the world!" she said impatiently.
"Yeah, right." Wesley looked her up and down with a smirk. A slip of a girl like that couldn't even save herself.
"Yeah! What? Don't think I can?" she spat.
"No, it's nothing." Wesley immediately shook his head. How could he look down on her?
"Get away!"
Wesley reached out his hand and pulled her towards him. As a result, Blair lost her balance. She sat down on his lap, hard.
They were so close to each other that her heart began to race wildly in her chest.
Wesley held her slender waist and whispered in her ear, "You're so thin. You need to gain some weight." If she were a bit heavier, she'd be more cuddly, and feel better in his arms.
Blair's face was red as a tomato. How could he say that? "I know I'm not as sexy as the other girls you see. They all look like models, huh? You'll never fall for a twiggy woman like me, that's for sure."
"You're cute when you're mad," he simply said.
"I don't care if you want me or not. There are a ton of men lining up waiting to date me. Let me go. I'm on a date."
Wesley grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him, but she was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. This was so awkward. He was trying to put the moves on her, and all she wanted was to leave.
Wesley played with her long, curly hair and said, "This isn't you. We'll go to a hair salon to get a better do. And I'll buy you some clothes—preferably with more cloth." He wasn't happy with what she was wearing. She wore a backless top and a mini skirt. If she raised her arms, you could see her belly button. Maybe she could wear these clothes around him. But not around other men.
"No way." 'I'm not your slave. I can wear what I want. I decided I had enough, so I should dress the part. Curly hair and a backless top are just my style.'
"Is that your final answer?" he asked in a threatening tone.
"Yeah." She wouldn't listen to him no matter what he said.
What happened next shocked her out of her wits. Wesley grabbed her top and tore it.
It was a quiet part of the movie, and both of them heard clearly what happened.
Blair lowered her head and looked at her top in utter disbelief. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her clothing hung in tatters, and her bra showed in places.
She was on the brink of a meltdown. "You… You asshole!"
Wesley didn't think it was enough and continued to shred her top until her bra was completely exposed. "Think about this every time you get dressed. If I see you wearing an outfit like this, I'll rip it off you. Don't believe me? Try it," he said indifferently.
Unconvinced, Blair bit her lower lip. "Fine. I'm leaving. Someone asks, I'll tell them you did it." 'I'll pretend I'm wearing a bikini.'
"Think I'll let you leave? Not a chance," Wesley said nonchalantly. Of course, he wouldn't let her go out in public like this.
Not knowing what to say, Blair started to cry. The more she thought about it, the sadder she grew. Bitter, warm tears flowed from her eyes, blurring her vision. One of the tears dropped on the back of Wesley's hand.
Wesley frowned at the sight of her tears and started to panic. 'Why is she crying?'
"Please don't cry." His voice was softer than before.
Ignoring him, Blair just kept on weeping.
Wesley got flustered. He took off his shirt and offered it to Blair. "I'll get you a new top," he said softly.
Blair grabbed his shirt and forced it back into his hand before making for the exit. "Don't bother. You want men to see me like this, then fine! You win! I'm gone!"
Wesley was so anxious he couldn't think straight. He caught up to her, grabbed her waist and forced her to look at him. "Cut it out. I'll get you a new blouse."
"Cut it out?" She looked him in the eye.
Sensing the hint of anger in her tone, Wesley knew that he had better come up with something nice to say. "I'm sorry. It's my fault."
"Duh. I wouldn't dream of blaming Colonel Li." She took a deep breath and wiped her tears. "I've had two years to think about it. I thought about it a lot. We're not good together, you and I. Just forget about me. You have Garnet. She's good for you and has had a crush on you for a long time. Don't let her down."
Wesley frowned deeply. 'Why is she talking about Garnet?' "I know you've been waiting for a long time, too," he said. Blair had told him before that she had a crush on him when she was around seventeen. She was almost twenty-seven now, which meant that she had been waiting for him for almost ten years.
In Blair's eyes, Wesley was a good man, and she was not good enough for him. She shook her head and said, "I don't deserve you. I'm a petty woman. My heart isn't big enough for both of us." She knew Wesley and Patty had their marriage licenses. Although she knew he was using a fake name, she was so jealous of that woman.
Besides, she had just committed suicide for Wesley not long before. She was a mess, and couldn't forgive him.
Because of his undercover mission, Wesley had worked hard on making himself look more like a playboy. After some thought, he stated, "You're a Cancer, and I'm a Scorpio. According to the zodiac, we're a perfect match."
A lot of girls believe in astrology. Wesley thought Blair did, too.
'Seriously? He's talking about the zodiac? How cheesy!' Blair snorted.
In a calm voice, she said, "According to the zodiac, Scorpios are very romantic, which is exactly what Cancers want. I thought you didn't have a romantic bone in your body. But now I get it. You can be romantic around other women." She always thought that Wesley just didn't know what romance was. But now she knew she was wrong. She just didn't deserve his affection.
Wesley felt like a jerk. "Wayne Chen was a playboy. I had to flirt with those women. It was part of the mission. But I know I was wrong. It's all my fault. Madam Jing, please give me a chance to make it up to you."
"I'm not your madam Jing, and it's too late." Her reply was firm.
Wesley wiped her tears gently. "I can't date Garnet. We're part of the same branch of the military. We can't marry our colleagues. Besides, I don't want her. You know what? According to the zodiac, when a Scorpio and a Cancer fall in love with each other, they won't break up till the world ends. We're so right for each other. You know it, and I know it." Wesley vowed he would never let her go as long as he lived.
