Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

When Wesley heard what Blair said, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, paralyzed by her words. "No, I don't," he replied.

Blair wouldn't let the matter drop. She hurried over to him and asked, "Then why won't you take my gift?"

After giving it some thought, Wesley grabbed the bag in her arms and took out his phone. "How much was it? I'll pay you back. WeChat Pay okay?"

"No, you don't have to. I—" She wanted to tell him that she had money now; her aunt had floated her some funds.

But Wesley interrupted her. "It's not easy to win a scholarship. You're taking the GRE test, right? Studying abroad is expensive. You shouldn't be spending money on stupid things."

Blair said dully, "My uncle will help me out."

Since she would have to ask her uncle to help her with living expenses and schooling once she was overseas, she didn't think the meager thousands of bucks she had spent on the lighter would make much difference.

"In that case, let me buy your ticket. It's the least I can do."

Blair was disappointed seeing how persistent he was to pay her back. "Seriously, guy? Why can't it just be a gift? No strings."

Wesley had never gotten a present from a girl before, so he had no idea how to handle this. He gave her an infuriating answer, in his single-word style: "Because," he said eventually.

For a moment, Blair didn't know what to say, nor did he; the apartment fell quiet. After a while, she smiled, "Okay. I'll remind you to book a flight for me before I leave."

Her smile was so sweet, but Wesley wasn't fooled. The sadness behind her expression was obvious. "No problem," he said.

Blair decided she needed to get out of there, but needed a way to make a graceful exit. She didn't run away.

She walked straight to the door and then stopped. Without turning back, she asked, "Wesley, the kisses we shared...were those...just punishments?"

That question caused him to think of so many things—his future, her future, their future...

to hear it. Being rejected again and again would

hiking up mountain trails with

Wesley, who was gulping down a bottle of water. He spotted one or two drops of water spilling from the corner of Wesley's mouth and streaking down his neck. He looked extremely masculine at that point. Talbot couldn't help but marvel at

lost in reverie. Wesley noticed it and glared at him. Talbot came back to his senses and asked, "You okay, Chief? I know you're a ruthless taskmaster, but you should treat yourself better. You're pushing yourself harder than

into the bin. "Mmm hmm," was his only reply.

what?

"Mmm hmm."

something's bugging the tough guy.' Realizing something, Talbot followed behind Wesley excitedly and

glance. "Go do a hundred burpees. Miss one and get two hundred more. And grab a few other guys to join you—anyone you think is worried." He said that last word with a sarcastic

All he had done was ask a few innocent

punishment. But he knew him. The more he talked, the worse it would

to the training field in misery. What surprised him was that Wesley was

confused gaze, Wesley began to do

Wesley was hurting worse than he had

Wesley was going through his calisthenic routine, his head was filled with thoughts of Blair. Her face, her figure, her voice. Actually, he wasn't depressed, but angry. He was pissed that he

now that she wasn't around, she was all

strength

overheard Adalson say that Wesley had

been one month since she saw him last. She didn't know when she would

Blair focused on preparing for

spent all her time studying. Joslyn had invited her out, maybe take a walk or go out dancing. She turned her down every time. One evening, Blair realized

once more to go outside

go far. They went hiking in a national forest, 45 minutes from the city, and returned

minibus. Blair slept on the way back, head bobbing to the bumps in the

We're close to the school," Joslyn suggested. It was bumper-to-bumper traffic. Try as they might, the line of cars