True Love Waits novel Chapter 583

Blair stole a glance at Wesley's face as she took her phone from him. Somehow she felt that he didn't want her to move out. But since he hadn't said anything otherwise to make her stay yet, she was afraid that she might be wrong. "I might never need it. After I move out, most probably, I won't have a reason to trouble you anymore," she reminded him in a sad, low voice.

It wasn't impossible that such would be the case. She had been out of touch with Wesley for a long time after she had moved out of the Hillside Apartments, just like she had been out of touch with him after she had gone abroad.

Silence fell inside the car. She was waiting for him to say something.

But Wesley didn't. He started the engine, and the car ran through the exit of the apartment complex with only its engine to break the silence. Even that hum felt like silence in the awkwardness of the situation.

Sadness took hold of Blair, as if something was clutching at her heart. She couldn't look at him, nor did she want him to see her sad, so she turned to look out the window. For the first time, she really didn't feel like talking even though she was around him.

They arrived at the supermarket pretty soon. It wasn't that far through car. Blair unbuckled the seat belt and was about to get out of the car when Wesley grabbed her arm and stopped her. "There's an umbrella in the trunk. Wait here. I'll get it."

He got out and brought the umbrella from the trunk. Then he opened the passenger door and carried Blair out of the car.

"Are you coming with me?" Blair asked, looking at him longingly. She wanted him to.

"Yeah. I can help you choose. I know her likes and dislikes," Wesley answered.

That made sense. As Cecelia's son, he sure knew her better than Blair did.

They walked towards the supermarket with him holding the umbrella for the both of them. There was one second when Blair was one step behind. Only then did she find out that most of the umbrella was over her. Wesley's left shoulder was all wet. What was this man doing!

Blair was moved. But since he had already made it clear that he didn't like her, she thought that he was doing this only because he was a gentleman.

She looked up at the umbrella and moved closer to him so that it could shield both of them.

Distracted, she didn't notice the puddle on the ground. "Be careful!" Wesley suddenly called out.

She couldn't dodge it, but he was quick enough to pull her into his arms before she stepped into it.

Blair looked down at the puddle and told him, "I'm wearing white shoes. I would be damned if I had walked into it. Thanks."

Wesley didn't respond. However, he made sure that he didn't let go of her until they had reached the entrance to the supermarket. Locked in his arms, Blair was so flustered she didn't even know where to put her hands. Luckily, it wasn't a long distance from the puddle to the entrance. While Wesley was folding the umbrella near the door, Blair calmed herself down and straightened her clothes.

After they entered the supermarket, she got a cart. Instead of browsing around, they went straight to the household essentials aisle. "What toothbrush and toothpaste brands does your mom like?"

"I don't know." 'Is there a difference between those brands?'

"What kind of towel does she use? Any specific requirements?"

"I have no idea." 'Just towels. Aren't they all the same?'

"Does she prefer milk or yogurt?"

"I'm not sure." 'I like neither.'

Blair rolled her eyes at him. 'Are you sure that you are her son?' "Does your mom like snacks?"