True Love Waits novel Chapter 533

Wesley stepped onto the balcony and found that his clothes were hung there.

'She entered the apartment without my permission, and on top of that, she did my laundry too?

What a weird girl!' he thought.

Blair had classes to attend early the next morning. The alarm clock roused her from her deep sleep. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she left her apartment and entered the elevator, her head still blank from yesterday's incident.

When the elevator reached the first floor, she was still in a daze, not realizing that she had to get out. At that moment, a man entered.

It was Wesley.

'Wait! Wesley!' Blair's eyes widened, as she immediately snapped back into reality.

Wesley was wearing a grey sweatshirt, black shorts and a pair of Nike Air Max 720. He had just finished his morning exercise. Blair could still see beads of sweat on his forehead.

Wesley cast a casual glance at her before pressing the button to the sixteenth floor. Blair watched blankly as the doors closed slowly. 'Oh God! What am I doing?' she thought. "Wait!" she yelled. "Sorry. I need to get out."

She pressed the open button and left the elevator in a hurry. When the doors were about to close again, Wesley blocked them with his foot and called out, "Wait!"

Blair stopped and turned around by instinct. "Me?"

Wesley didn't respond to her question. Under Blair's expectant eyes, he said coldly, "Do not touch my stuff again. I hate people touching my things without my permission."

Blair's heart was crushed under the weight of his cold words.

She wanted to apologize to him for intruding, but he didn't give her the chance to say anything. The doors closed quickly and the elevator went up to the sixteenth floor.

Dejected, Blair left the housing estate and arrived at the subway station. The journey was short, but she felt like she had been dumped a thousand times.

Inside the classroom, Blair was leaning over the desk and flipping through the pages of her English book. "Joslyn, do you think that girl is his girlfriend?" she murmured in English.

Joslyn rolled her eyes and spat, "Miss Jing, please speak Chinese! Mandarin!"

They had just had an English class, and Blair was too overwhelmed. She sat up and apologized. "Sorry, Joslyn. I didn't do it on purpose."

Joslyn shrugged. "No need to apologize. I know you well. Truth be told, I really envy you. How are you able to speak English so well? When you talked to our foreign teacher, you sounded like a native English speaker. I wonder when I will get to be that good at speaking English. When that day comes, my mom will definitely go to a temple and thank the Buddha."

Blair leaned onto her shoulder. "It's because you never concentrate on your studies. You're, in fact, smarter than me."

"Nah. I simply have no talent in English. Forget about it. You look super frustrated. Tell me."

Recalling what had happened between her and Wesley, Blair pouted her lips and began to tell her best friend everything.

After listening to the story, Joslyn looked towards the playground and said, "I guess a lot of women might have done the same things as you—doing his laundry and preparing fruits for him. Wesley is the dream lover of countless women. You have to admit it. It's perfectly normal that he has high standards for his girlfriend. Just don't give up so easily. You are pretty, and you have your uncle backing you up. I believe that you'll get what you want soon enough."