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...

without waiting for an answer. If that were true, she didn't want to hear it. Being rejected again and again would finally break her heart. She might be a confident, skilled woman, but underneath she

put himself through strenuous training exercises: hiking up mountain trails with a loaded backpack, kicking a tree to toughen his feet until he could barely walk, thrusting his fists into ice-water, and lifting

streaking down his neck. He looked extremely masculine at that point. Talbot couldn't help but marvel at this man, who seemed like the iconic soldier—square-jawed, well-developed

I know you're a ruthless taskmaster, but you should treat yourself better. You're pushing yourself harder than anyone. What's wrong?"

the empty plastic water bottle into the bin. "Mmm hmm,"

what? Something's

"Mmm hmm."

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

hundred more. And grab a few other guys to join you—anyone you think

died. "No way! " All he

his punishment. But he knew him. The

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

confused gaze, Wesley

taken aback. He realized that Wesley was hurting worse

Her face, her figure, her voice. Actually, he wasn't depressed, but angry. He was pissed that he didn't know what

for him, he turned her down; but now that she wasn't around, she was all he could

himself by engaging in the most difficult training programs. He forced himself to focus on enhancing his strength and endurance. To make sure he wouldn't slack off, he had even asked some of his soldiers to supervise him during the training.

New Year arrived. Blair spent the holidays with the Ji family. She overheard Adalson say that Wesley had left

she saw him last. She didn't know

focused on preparing

every time. One evening, Blair realized she might

when Joslyn asked her once more to go outside and have

didn't go far. They went hiking in a national forest, 45 minutes from

came back by minibus. Blair slept on the way back, head bobbing to the bumps in the road. Suddenly, she heard someone complain, "This traffic is

school," Joslyn suggested. It was bumper-to-bumper traffic. Try as they might, the line of cars stretched as far as the