Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

When he heard what Wesley said, Damon pulled up a chair and sat beside his bed. "Bro, you and Blair have been living together forever. Why haven't you put the moves on her yet?"

Wesley looked at Damon and said seriously, "Cut it out. We live under the same roof, but we're in different bedrooms."

There was disdain in Damon's eyes, like he thought the bedridden guy was an idiot. "You kidding me? You haven't gotten laid? What's wrong with you?"

"I'm living with her so I can always protect her," Wesley said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Curtis chuckled and teased him, "You can't be serious. This is a joke, right?"

Carlos, on the other hand, thought of his wife, who was now in England. "My wife is mad at me over this. What about your girlfriend? She mad, too?" he asked. He assumed Blair was mad at Wesley too, just like Debbie was. She should be here, taking care of Wesley, right?

Wesley didn't bother saying anything more about his relationship, and just said "Mmm hmm" in response.

To be honest, Wesley still didn't understand why Blair was mad. Just because he got injured protecting Megan? Couldn't be! Although Blair would fight with him from time to time, she was still a kind-hearted girl. She was pretty level-headed, to boot.

Damon leaned forward and looked at Wesley conspiratorially. "Dude, be honest with me. Ever see a girl and think 'I really want to bang her?' Seriously."

Wesley looked at him, expressionless. The contempt was obvious in his eyes. "Why do you ask?"

"Just asking. Can a girl crack that cold exterior? Do you know how it feels? I'm dying to know."

'How it feels?' Wesley didn't think he needed to hide anything from one of his best friends, so he nodded, "Of course. It feels like being shot in the head by a Kar98k." He only felt like that when he was with Blair.

The other three didn't know what to say.

'No wonder he's still single. He made a sexy moment seem like a murder.'

Damon was really curious what a tough, cold man like Wesley would be like around a woman he loved. So he asked, "People always talk about 'the look of love.' Your eyes should be full of tenderness when you're around your girlfriend. Does that happen when you're around Blair?"

as he simply spat, "Get out!" 'I don't love her. Why would I have the look of love? Fine! I admit I like her, but

"You're too much, dude. You'll regret it if she finds another guy. Just the other day, I saw Blair and another guy at a restaurant. Nice-looking, too—blonde hair, green eyes.

eyes? Orion?' Wesley thought bitterly. Angry and red-faced,

jaw dropped at his sudden outburst.

chair and said, "Hey. Don't forget why we're

mission..." Damon put on a serious face and began

evening, another two came to visit Wesley—Hartwell

caught sight of them, Cecelia came over and held Joslyn's arm. There was evident admiration in her eyes when she looked at Joslyn's belly. "Wow, you'll be a dad soon, Hartwell.

man in the bed. "I'm pretty sure that you'll have

his point. But changing Wesley's mind proved to be impossible. "Have a seat, Joslyn. I'll wash some fruit for you."

be around long." Blair had told Joslyn that Cecelia was

at all. Besides, I'm sure Wesley will be grateful for the company. I'll be right back." After

out of sight, Wesley looked at Joslyn and asked, "Where is she?" Of course, he was referring

asleep now?" But he hadn't gotten

replaced by a scornful look. "Blair? I think she's holed up with a guy in some hotel. See?

couldn't believe his

'We drove Blair home before we came here,

pretended to sigh helplessly. "She's

an adult now. It's her body, she

again at a loss for words.

he urged his mom to leave. When he was alone, he called Talbot over and struggled to leave the

limped to the parking garage and eased into Talbot's car. After he was settled in the passenger seat, beads of sweat trickled down his face.

"Chief, what happened? Why do

Instead of answering his question, he simply said, "Take me

"What? All right."