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?"

love her. Why would I have the look of love? Fine!

dude. You'll regret it if she finds another guy. Just the other day, I saw Blair and another guy

Wesley thought bitterly. Angry and

jaw dropped at his sudden

chair and said,

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

to visit Wesley—Hartwell and Joslyn.

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. And your mom will be a grandma. Jealous! I don't even have

the bed. "I'm pretty sure that

Wesley's mind proved to be impossible. "Have

yourself out. We won't be around long." Blair had told Joslyn that Cecelia was very welcoming.

the company. I'll be right back." After saying that,

out of sight, Wesley looked at Joslyn and asked, "Where is she?" Of course, he was referring to none other than

asleep now?" But he hadn't gotten a

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

believe his ears.

'We drove Blair home before we came here, ' he thought. Then he realized what Joslyn

to sigh helplessly. "She's really something

her body, she can do

were again at a

of what Joslyn said. After the couple left, he urged his mom to leave. When he was alone, he called Talbot over and struggled to leave the

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

Why

suffering from the intense pain. Instead of answering his question, he simply said, "Take me to the Eastern

"What? All right."