Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter 1796

“I’m not going,” she announced.

“Okay. Why not?” The happy look in his eyes dimmed.

“If Megan’s going, I’m staying. I don’t want to be the third wheel between you two.” The thought of Megan ruined her day. She

turned around sullenly, walked back into her room leaving the door open and climbed into bed again, pulling the covers over her

head to hide from the world.

“She’s not going.” He was just teasing when he mentioned Megan.

Blair turned around in bed, exposing more of her than she might want normally. Wesley, ever the gentleman, averted his gaze.

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“Really?’ “So you asked her along and she turned you down? And you’re takinginstead?” Blair asked sadly. Wesley felt she

was being impossible.

She was the one who wanted to go to the Happy Valley amusement park. He was only going there to make her happy. Now she

was implying that he was the one who wanted to go. He was a guy. Why would he go there? “I’m giving you 20 minutes to get

dressed. Any longer and I’ll dress you myself, wash your face, and brush your teeth. And make you climb the stairs every day. No

elevator. The timer starts…now.” He pushed a button on his watch.

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‘Wow, I really know how to pick ‘em, don’t 1?’ She started to doubt her taste.

She sat up and asked, “Anyone ever told you that you’re a jerk?”

“Yes,” he replied.

She was relieved. She wasn’t the only one who believed that. ‘Who told him that, I wonder? What did he do? He’s actually a good guy, ‘ she wondered.

“Hundreds of days ago, a girl in the cafeteria of Alorith Language and

Culture University said the sthing,” Wesley continued.

‘Hundreds of days ago? At Alorith Language and Culture University?’

Blair thought about what he said. ‘Could it be me?‘ It probably was her. That tshe got scalded.

She clutched a pillow and threw it at him. Wesley caught it and said,

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“You have 17 minutes, 26 seconds left.”

“You are such a bully! Ahhhhhh!” she screamed hysterically. Her voice echoed through the apartment.

With Less than 10 seconds to go, Blair raced into the living room as soon as she finished applying toner to her face.

“I made it. But just bear with me. I have a couple more things to do.”

Wesley was speechless. Her excuse was far-fetched. But Wesley waited for her anyway.

Having bought herself more time, Blair slowed down to a more normal pace, which for her was slow.

Half an hour ticked by. She finally walked out of her bedroom with her backpack. She looked at Wesley, who sat on the couch,

and said, “One more minute.”

She turned around, walked back into her bedroom, found the perfhe bought her and sprayed son her neck and wrists

and dabbed at both spots with a tissue. She didn’t like to overpower anyone with her scent. She almost never used perfume. So

she had a tendency to forget to put any on before leaving the house.

Sitting in the black Hummer, Blair asked, “Can we stop somewhere for breakfast?” It wasn’t even 8 a.m. yet.