Inside the car, Wesley's phone rang. Though he was driving, he still answered it. "Uncle Wesley." Megan was on the other end of the line and she sounded like she had a lot of time on her hand.
"Hmm?" Wesley asked in an absent-minded tone.
"I'm ready. When are you going to be here to pick me up? By the way, I haven't had supper yet. Would you like to choose the menu tonight?" Her cheerful voice made Blair's face turn a sullen shade. She didn't want Megan intruding their time.
After some consideration, Wesley said apologetically, "Megan, I'm busy right now. Can you ask Wood to drive you to my apartment? I'll ask a chef to cook for you."
Megan seemed rather disappointed when she heard that. "But Uncle Wesley, you said you'd have supper with me. I don't wanna dine alone. Are you still busy working?"
"No, Megan. But I am driving right now."
Megan paused for a while and then continued, "Uncle Wesley, if you don't have anything urgent, will you please, please pick me up so I can stay with you. I swear I won't cause you any trouble. I'll be a good girl. I just don't want to be alone. None of my classmates is willing to hang out with me. I feel so bored. Please…Uncle Wesley." She began to play cute and sweet.
Blair couldn't bear it any longer. "Stop the car!" she demanded in a voice that cut across the hum of the engine and reached Megan's side.
Megan asked curiously, "Uncle Wesley, who is with you?"
"It's me, Blair," Blair responded coldly.
"Ah, I remember you. You are Uncle Wesley's neighbor. Uncle Wesley, I want to meet Blair too. Please come over and pick me up."
"Hmm," Wesley finally agreed, and Megan hung up with a cheerful ton of thanks.
Blair was really annoyed. 'She's a bitch!' she thought.
Wesley turned the car around and began to drive towards a high-class housing estate. When they were driving past a convenience store, Blair suddenly said, "You go and pick her up. I'm thirsty. I'm going to buy a bottle of water."
Wesley pulled over and watched as she got out of the car.
Buying the water only took a couple of minutes, but Wesley returned only after ten minutes, stopping the car beside Blair.
She reached out her hand to open the passenger door casually, but the window rolled down, revealing Megan's smug face.
"Hi, Blair! Uncle Wesley told me that you were sitting in the passenger seat. But I get carsick if I sit in the back seat. I'm sorry. Will you please sit in the back seat?" Megan asked in a soft voice and flashed an apologetic smile, which made Blair sick to her core.
She looked at the girl, her face deadpan. Since she had already decided to give up on Wesley, she didn't need to care about his feelings anymore. "Sit on the car roof! You won't get carsick then," she mocked.
She had always sat in the passenger seat of Wesley's car. Now the seat was taken by this bitch! Blair was pissed right now, and the anger was clouding her brains.
Feeling awkward, Megan turned towards Wesley and asked with a pout, "Uncle Wesley, does Blair dislike me? I think I'd better get out of the car."
Before Wesley could answer, Blair interrupted them, "You don't need to leave. Just remember to sit on the car roof next time. You won't get carsick and you can savor the view on the way. A good idea, huh?" After saying that, she walked towards the back of the car. No! She was not going to sit in the back seat. Instead, she was planning on getting her suitcase from the trunk.
Megan stuck out her tongue and made a face. Wesley was completely flabbergasted. Just what the hell was wrong with this woman?
Blair tried to lift the cover of the trunk, but it was locked. She was already in a very bad mood, and this did not help. "Wesley Li, open the fucking cover!" she shouted.
Wesley didn't respond. He had no idea how to and didn't know why Blair was so angry. After all, he was extremely slow in love affairs.
Megan kept quiet too. Deep inside, she was glad the two of them were fighting.
Blair kicked the tire angrily and went back to the passenger seat again. Through the car window, she roared at Wesley, "Are you trying to make fun of me?"
"No," Wesley responded shortly. He simply didn't want her to leave, so he decided to detain her suitcase.
Blair snorted. 'Maybe I'm too much of an easygoing person around him, so he thinks he can bully me.' She took a deep breath, looked Wesley in the eye and told him, "I'm used to sitting in the passenger seat. And I prefer that only! Ask her to sit in the back or give me my suitcase and I am leaving right now."
Hearing that, Wesley got out of the car. Blair and Megan both thought that he was going to fetch Blair's suitcase for her. For a moment, Blair was so disappointed she wanted to cry. However, Wesley went to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. "Megan, she is acting weird today. You go sit in the back."
The two girls widened their eyes. Now both Megan and Blair were pissed. The former hadn't expected that Wesley would choose Blair over her.
As for Blair, she was furious at his words. 'I'm acting weird? Ugh! He is such an idiot! He doesn't even know why I'm angry.'
Megan kept quiet, nodded unwillingly, and got out of the car.
Wesley scooped Blair up as he always did, put her in the passenger seat, fastened the seatbelt for her and closed the door. To be honest, he was also fed up but was too much of a gentleman to say something. Then he got into the driver's seat and started the engine.
On their way, Wesley and Megan chatted from time to time, but Blair kept on playing with her phone. It was almost as if she had hired a taxi and the driver didn't exist for her.
When Wesley reached the ZL Group building, he stopped at the entrance.
'What is he doing here?' Blair wondered. Wesley's actions were curious; he got out of the car, trotted towards a man, took a bunch of keys from him and then discussed something with him for a while before coming back. However, Blair did not ask him anything.
She had already made up her mind not to.
"Uncle Wesley, was that Emmett? Is something wrong?" Megan asked.
"No, it's nothing. I had something to talk with him. It's all done now," Wesley answered simply. Megan didn't press further. Blair could see that Wesley was not heading to Queen's Road.
Instead, it seemed like he was driving towards the Hillside Apartments. She was too angry to say anything right now. Her entire plans had been disrupted and her mood destroyed. Pretty soon, her suspicions were confirmed when Wesley's car entered the Hillside Apartments.
He pulled up before the building where his apartment was, and stopped the engine. That was his style—never leave the engine running. Before getting out of the car, he told Blair, "Wait for me here. I'll be back after settling her up."
Blair didn't respond. In fact, she didn't even raise her head. Her brain was rushing, though.
As soon as the two of them were out of sight, she called Hartwell. "Hi Hartwell, are you busy right now?"
"No, I just finished. What's up?" From his voice, it was clear that he was tired.
"Umm, here's the thing. I want to borrow some money," Blair said with an awkward smile.
"No problem." Hartwell was as ready as ever. "How much do you need?"
"$300, 000."
"$300, 000? What's wrong? Is everything okay?" Hartwell felt worried for her.
"No, no. I'm fine. I'm just in urgent need of the money. It's fine if you don't have it right now. I understand." She wasn't going to tell Hartwell that she needed to pay it back to Wesley. He would only get angry.
Hartwell didn't want her to get involved with Wesley. She hadn't even told Hartwell that she had been living in Niles' apartment for a while now.
"Don't worry. I've got you covered. I'll ask Joslyn to wire it to you tomorrow."
"Thanks a lot, Hartwell. Hey, you need to go to bed early. Good night."
"Good night."
Just at that moment, Wesley came into view. Blair heaved a sigh of relief since Hartwell had promised to lend her the money without asking too many questions and before Wesley had come down.
She could now pay Wesley back as soon as she got the money. As for Hartwell, she could take her time to repay him.
When Wesley got into the driver's seat, he saw that Blair was still busy playing on her phone. Sure that she wouldn't talk to him anyway, he kept silent and started the car.
