Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chapter 537 Freshly Made Coffee

Since Adalson was in another city, he couldn't check on Blair personally. He had called Wesley and had asked him to check on her as a favor for him.

Wesley didn't know how to respond to that.

That night, Blair slept with a wide smile on her lips. What she didn't know was that, across the hall, due to her little kiss, Wesley had to go to the bathroom a few times in order to take cold showers.

At four in the morning, he put her name on his list of troublesome people. Most of the people on the list were the unruliest criminals. Two minutes later, touching the corner of his mouth, he moved Blair's name to the top of the list, which meant, to Wesley, Blair had just become the most troublesome person on the planet.

The next morning, Blair got up very early to create a chance to meet Wesley. She had found out his entire schedule—when he would return from his morning exercise and what time he would enter the elevator.

However, none of that happened. The man didn't show up as she had expected. Actually, to avoid her, last night, he had decided to take the stairs from that day on instead of riding the elevator.

For the next three days, Blair didn't meet Wesley even once in the building. Just when she started to think that he probably hadn't been home lately, she heard the sound of his door closing as he left the apartment in a hurry.

She wondered when he had come home and why she hadn't met him earlier.

Blair had art lesson that afternoon. She didn't want to go, but Joslyn liked art and wanted her company, so Blair agreed to attend the lesson.

In the drawing studio, Blair doodled on the drawing board with her black crayon. Half the lesson had passed and she still hadn't drawn anything worthy.

The young female guidance counselor walked over to her and frowned. "Blair, what are you doing? What is that?" she reprimanded.

The white drawing paper on Blair's board was filled with useless doodling. She quickly tore it and tossed it into the waste basket. "It's nothing. I'll start over now."

The guidance counselor walked away, grumbling under her breath. Watching her figure receding, Blair made a face behind her back.

drawing studio wasn't where her duty was. She was only in the studio because their art instructor had been occupied elsewhere

problem with Blair since the very beginning, which was part of the reason why Blair didn't want

snorted and mumbled, "I think she is jealous of you. You're prettier than her and you have a

black crayon. "No way! She and I are neither the same age

so irrelevant. She is much nicer to the others." Joslyn rolled her eyes at the guidance

"She is mean to

replied, "She's only mean to you and

What are you two whispering about?" the guidance counselor yelled as she pushed her glasses up her nose bridge. The entire

her

ever come to

low enough for only her and Joslyn to

Joslyn chuckled.

Blair for a long time to keep a sharp eye on them. Blair rolled her eyes unhappily. When the guidance counselor was busy talking to another student, Blair busied herself with something secretly. After a while, she

acting so gallantly in front of the whole class,

a sip and see how you like it," Blair urged. Then, she

"Pfff!"

spilled much of

rushed about looking for tissues and

Joslyn didn't even bother

satisfied that she didn't even mind her white chiffon shirt being stained. "Miss Zheng, what's wrong? Didn't you like my coffee?" she asked in

clean herself up. She purpled, pointing at Blair and Joslyn. "You— you two!

scorching sun? No way!' Blair thought. "I won't go. If you feel like running, please feel free to do so. Besides, you're not

Joslyn Zhu! Don't make

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