True Love Waits novel Chapter 539

Wesley was annoyed. He had never met a woman as troublesome as Blair. "Get up!" he ordered harshly.

Blair sat up on the bed.

The next thing she knew, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her off the bed.

"Ow! You're hurting me!" she cried out.

Wesley looked down at her wrist and realized that he was holding her where the needle had been pricked when she was on an IV drip. "I'm sorry," he said with a frown.

"I told you I wouldn't be able to finish the five-kilometer run, but you insisted I run. Because of that, I ended up having heatstroke, and you are still so mean to me. Wesley, I'm a girl, not a military man," Blair protested.

Her last sentence was a reminder. It struck him that she wasn't as tough as the soldiers he trained every day. He couldn't treat her the same way he treated them.

Just as she was expecting some comforting words from him, he bent over, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Blair shrieked.

As he passed the side-table on his way to the ward door, he grabbed her medicine and tucked it into his pocket.

The college doctor was prescribing some medicine to a student in his office. He happened to see Wesley carrying Blair on his shoulder as he walked by his office. His eyes widened like saucers in shock.

He walked to the door immediately in the hope of reminding Wesley that he wasn't supposed to treat a girl so roughly, let alone a patient who had recently had heatstroke.

But he wasn't quick enough. By the time he reached the hallway, Wesley was already out of sight.

Lying upside down on Wesley's shoulder, Blair's head swam uncontrollably. And the jolt made her nauseated. She felt like puking. But before she could say anything, she was stuffed into a car.

Wesley got into the driver's seat and started the vehicle. As the car slowly left the university, Blair felt a little better and realized that she was in a black Hummer with premium equipment.

She looked around the car and asked, "Is this car yours?"

"Hmm." He gave her a lukewarm response.

"Where did you get the money for this?" Considering his age and position, she didn't think he could afford it.

"A friend gave it to me as a gift," he said.

"Who was it? Obviously, you have some rich friends." She wished she knew some moneybags who was generous enough to give her a Hummer.

Wesley wasn't in the mood to answer her. But then it dawned on him that maybe she would decide to chase his loaded friend instead of pestering him, so he said, "Carlos Huo."

"Oh, I don't know him." She had never heard of the name before. Besides, Blair only had eyes for Wesley. Other men just didn't attract her attention, no matter how exceptional they were.

She didn't ask any more questions about Carlos. Wesley was disappointed. But he didn't say anything else and focused on the road.

Soon, the car pulled into Hillside Apartments. After parking the car in the underground parking lot, Wesley got out first.

He opened the back door for Blair and stood by the car, waiting for her to get down. She was about to jump down, but then changed her mind. "Your car is too high."

Wesley checked the height and thought, 'Too high? Are you serious?' Not wanting to argue with her anymore, he put his hands around her waist and carried her out of the car as if he were carrying a child.

Blair was left speechless. She had imagined her prince charming carrying her in his arms like a princess. Not this. She rolled her eyes.

Before he could put her down, she wrapped her legs around his waist and put her hands around his neck.

In case she fell, Wesley closed the car door with one hand and held her waist with the other.

"Get down," he demanded.

"No, I'm sick," she refused, burying her face in his chest.