Burning Passion: Love Never Die

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She swung the mask in front of him.

“You need to do that before applying this on your face. Let’s do sskin care together.”

“What’s that?”

“Facial mask,” she said carelessly Like it were a bag of potato chips and took out another one from the drawer.

“No way. I’m not going to put that thing on my face,” he refused bluntly. ‘Facial mask? Are you kidding me? I would rather die!”

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Blair looked at him innocently.

“Joslyn does that withall the time.

Why can’t you?”

He replied without hesitation, “Well, because I’m a man.”

“I know you’re a man. I know it too well.” She tore open another packet as she continued matter-of- factly, “Nowadays, a lot of men also use facial masks. They take care of their skin too. Why can’t you? Is it because you hate me?”

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There was that sad tone again; Wesley felt his head ache. She was really hard to deal with when she was drunk. He pulled out his phone, thinking that he would call Hartwell and ask Joslyn to cover.

Blair shot to her feet like Lightning, ran to him faster than he had ever seen her move, and snatched his phone away.

“Are you going to call

Megan?” She confronted him as if a wife had found out about her husband’s affair.

“Do you want to ask her to keep you company tonight?

Wesley, I know you don’t like me. But you shouldn’t hurtLike this.”

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“Me, hurt you?” Wesley sighed heavily.

“You were going to call Megan, ask her to cover, and makethe third wheel. How is that not hurting me? If you dare do that tonight…

I…I’UL jump out of here.” Blair pointed towards the window. She was blatantly threatening him, even though the window had bars. Anyway, she allowed herself to be unreasonable under such circumstances.

Wesley felt a little remorseful now. Why had he asked his men to track her GPS earlier? Things would have been so much easier if he hadn’t.

But there was no use crying over spilt milk. Still, why did he go to pick her up from the pub?

If he hadn’t gone there, the foreigner might have been the one being tortured by the drunk Blair now.

She would have been hugging that foreigner and sharing a bed with him But wait, he didn’t like it when he pictured the scene in his mind. Damn, what did he want?

In the end, he silently walked towards the bathroom to wash his face.

It seemed like the easiest path.

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