Blair was already through at least five glasses of red wine. She didn't want more, neither could she take any more, so she covered the glass with her hand to stop Orion from topping it off.
There was another thing that concerned her. "You drunk quite a bit too. How are you going to drive me home now? Don't bother. I'll just get a cab." She didn't like bothering people. Or, a more apt sentence would be that it was troublesome when she had to return the favors.
"Nah, it's no big deal. I have my driver. He'll drive us home." Orion insisted on helping her. Actually, he didn't want her to leave so soon.
Blair continued to try and take her leave. "No, no. I have to get back home before midnight. You have work to do tomorrow and besides, we'll be colleagues from the day after that. There'll be plenty of chances for us to talk, right?"
Orion sighed and finally gave in, putting down the bottle of red wine. "Fine. But I'll come with you. My driver and I will take you home first."
Blair took her leave from the other guys and left with Orion. She wasn't that drunk and didn't want him to drive her but he couldn't be persuaded otherwise. The trouble was, as soon as she walked out of the pub, a sudden gust of cold wind made her shiver and suddenly, she began to feel a little dizzy.
The red wine's effects seemed to have been delayed on her. Back inside, she wasn't feeling drunk at all and easily gulped down a few more glasses. But now, the alcohol was beginning to take over her. Her legs began to stumble.
Seeing her red face, Orion wrapped his arms around her to support her and asked in a concerned tone, "Are you okay, Blair?"
She waved her hand at him airily. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. But looks like I really do need to go home now."
Orion then called his driver to bring the car around while they waited in front of the pub. Before the driver could even get to the parking lot, a tall person got out of a car nearby and strode towards them. Before they knew, his big hand was gripping Blair's wrist. "I'm taking you home," he told Blair.
Looking at the tall and strong man in front of them, Orion asked with a puzzled look on his face, "And who are you? How do you know her?"
Blair raised her eyes and squinted. Her vision was becoming a little blurry. "Wesley? You came?" As she said that in a pleasantly surprised tone, her body leaned itself towards the man, landing full support on him.
A strong whiff of red wine filled his nose and his face darkened up. Without hesitation, he scooped the woman up in his arms. She was in no state to walk!
Orion hastily stopped him from leaving. "Hey, hey, hey. Hang on! Put her down! Who are you? Why are you taking Blair away? How do you even know her?"
Wesley cast a cold glance at the blonde foreigner standing in front of him and told him in flawless English, "I know her. That's enough! What's the problem?"
Blair shook her head to sober up a little. It was getting harder for her to speak. "Orion, he's my friend. Don't worry. I'll go with him. You go back to your friends…" she explained.
Orion stared at the man in front of him, a hostile look in his eyes. "You know her quite well, it seems?" he confronted the stranger.
Wesley wasn't going to answer him. With Blair in his arms, he coldly walked away from the foreigner, heading over towards his own car.
Watching the tall guy carry Blair away, Orion stood rooted to the spot, annoyingly scratching his head and contemplating what the hell had just happened. 'Damn it! Who's that guy?' he wondered angrily. The man had uprooted his entire night!
Inside Wesley's car, Blair asked in a listless voice with her eyes closed, "Have you wrapped up your work?"
"Yeah."
"When did you get here?" The speech was slurred now. But even in the intoxicated state, it felt great to see him come pick her up.
"Just a minute ago."
"Oh." A couple of moments later, she opened her eyes and glanced out the car window, some sort of emotion brewing inside her. It reflected on her face too, and Wesley noticed the subtle change in her facial muscles.
A bad feeling rose inside his heart. This was going to be a long night.
Pretty soon, his suspicions were confirmed when the girl turned her head towards him and asked with a pout, "Do you have the Wahaha milk? Can you buy some? Wesley, I want to drink milk."
The officer exhaled deeply and ran his eyes over the row of shops on either side of the road. Chemists, petrol pumps, everything but convenience stores. "Wait a moment. No convenience stores yet."
He was thinking that he would have to prepare the milk beforehand the next time she went to a pub.
Unhappy with his answer, the tipsy girl pursed her lips, a childishly sad expression marking her eyes. "You don't want to buy me the milk again…" Only when she was drunk, could the girl freely make mountains out of a molehill and enjoy his unconditional indulgence. This was fun!
Wesley remembered how helpless he had been the last time she had gotten drunk. He didn't want to experience it again and decided something against his own will. To avoid her tantrum and crying, he had to surrender at once and tell her in haste, "Okay, okay. I'm buying it now."
Blair nodded meekly. And then Wesley's nightmare came true again. She stared at him, widening her eyes, and demanded, "You need to share a bed with me tonight. I'll be scared of sleeping alone."
And although he didn't promise her he would, neither did he turn her down, in case she got ticked off. He decided to play it by ear. And if he could, he would definitely find a chance to get rid of the idea. God knew how much torture he would suffer if he shared a bed with her. In fact, he himself had a pretty good idea of it from his last session.
In a heartbeat, Wesley managed to find a convenience store and pulled up near it. Then he swiftly jumped out of the car and dashed inside. When he came back, he had ten packs of Wahaha vitamin A and D calcium milk in his hands. Each pack had four bottles. This time, he had been ten-odd minutes faster in completing the shopping missions than last time.
Based on his last experience, he also knew what would happen next. Afraid that Blair would fall asleep in the bathtub again, he didn't let her take a shower after they arrived at the apartment. But it was a new experience tonight.
Since Blair had worn a makeup today, she needed to remove the cosmetics, and he had to stand beside her and watch her clean her face. And that was only the beginning.
After spraying her face, Blair took out a piece of facial mask from the drawer. As she was about to tear the packing open, her eyes suddenly landed on the man leaning against the wall nearby and an evil grin smacked itself across her lips.
Wesley saw the cunning look in her eyes too. Immediately, he began to run away.
"Wesley…Boo…hoo… Why are you running from me?" Her crying successfully made the man stop dead in his tracks. The tone had been too anguished for him to bear.
He turned around and curled his lips into a bitter smile. "I'm not going. I'm here."
Blair pointed at the bathroom like a ten-year-old's mom. "You go and wash your face first."
"Why?" The man's response was equally like a child. He was perplexed.
She swung the mask in front of him. "You need to do that before applying this on your face. Let's do some skin care together."
"What's that?"
"Facial mask," she said carelessly like it were a bag of potato chips and took out another one from the drawer.
"No way. I'm not going to put that thing on my face," he refused bluntly. 'Facial mask? Are you kidding me? I would rather die!'
Blair looked at him innocently. "Joslyn does that with me all the time. Why can't you?"
He replied without hesitation, "Well, because I'm a man."
"I know you're a man. I know it too well." She tore open another packet as she continued matter-of-factly, "Nowadays, a lot of men also use facial masks. They take care of their skin too. Why can't you? Is it because you hate me?"
There was that sad tone again; Wesley felt his head ache. She was really hard to deal with when she was drunk. He pulled out his phone, thinking that he would call Hartwell and ask Joslyn to come over.
Blair shot to her feet like lightning, ran to him faster than he had ever seen her move, and snatched his phone away. "Are you going to call Megan?" She confronted him as if a wife had found out about her husband's affair. "Do you want to ask her to keep you company tonight? Wesley, I know you don't like me. But you shouldn't hurt me like this."
"Me, hurt you?" Wesley sighed heavily.
"You were going to call Megan, ask her to come over, and make me the third wheel. How is that not hurting me? If you dare do that tonight… I…I'll jump out of here." Blair pointed towards the window. She was blatantly threatening him, even though the window had bars. Anyway, she allowed herself to be unreasonable under such circumstances.
Wesley felt a little remorseful now. Why had he asked his men to track her GPS earlier? Things would have been so much easier if he hadn't. But there was no use crying over spilt milk. Still, why did he go to pick her up from the pub?
If he hadn't gone there, the foreigner might have been the one being tortured by the drunk Blair now.
She would have been hugging that foreigner and sharing a bed with him… But wait, he didn't like it when he pictured the scene in his mind. Damn, what did he want?
In the end, he silently walked towards the bathroom to wash his face. It seemed like the easiest path.
Taking advantage of this chance, Blair lay down on the bed with his phone in her hands. She wanted to check on him. His phone had been unlocked. She slid her fingers on the screen and tapped on his WeChat.
However, the topmost chat head caught her attention. The last person he had texted was Megan.
Now she was drunk… but just a little bit. She just felt a little dizzy and in any case, she was the boss tonight. So ignoring all kinds of manners and politeness, she tapped on the name she hated and scrolled through the chat logs.
