True Love Waits novel Chapter 584

However, there was one thing in particular that hit on Blair only when the topic was brought up. It suddenly dawned on her that whenever she was close to Wesley, she would easily get injured or sick. However, when Wesley wasn't by her side, her physical health remained beyond very good. She couldn't understand why.

Together, they made their way towards the exit of the supermarket. A worker was standing there, checking the purchase receipts before letting anyone exit with a shopping bag. Wesley's hands were full, so he had to ask Blair, "Get the receipt from my pocket."

"Okay..." Without thinking much, Blair walked up to him and reached her hand inside his coat-pocket. It seemed like the most logical place to start.

Wesley lowered his head to look at her with a sidelong glance. "No, it's inside the pocket of my trousers."

"Oh." Blair then moved her hand down and put it into one of the pockets of his trousers. While she was groping around for the receipt, she could clearly feel his hard muscle through the thin clothing.

Both of their facial expressions changed subtly. "Not this side. The other one," Wesley said in a low voice, sounding a little hoarse and trying to ignore the soft hand roaming around his pockets.

"Oh well... Got it." 'The wrong pocket again?' Blair pursed her lips. 'What is going on with you, Blair?' she scolded herself inwardly.

She then moved to the other side and carefully reached her hand inside the pocket again. She felt a wad of cash. To avoid more trouble, she drew them all out of his pocket and finally saw the receipt embedded within the hurried roll.

She withdrew the long, white piece of paper and put the money back into his pocket.

Without turning her head around, she walked straight to the worker standing at the exit. She felt embarrassed to make eye contact with him. She tried to comfort herself by saying that it was inevitable and anyone would be if they touched someone's hard muscle.

The rain hadn't stopped yet. Blair took the umbrella and tried to hold it for the two of them.

But Wesley was too tall for her to reach. Even with her arm lifted vertically straight, the umbrella was touching his hairs.

Wesley gathered all the shopping bags in his right hand and grabbed the umbrella from her in his left hand, holding it up for the two of them.

The heavy weight on his right hand made the blue veins in his right arm pop out. Blair saw that and she couldn't take it anymore. She reached out for the lighter bag that she had held a few moments before. "Let me carry this one. I can hold it. It's difficult for you to hold the umbrella this way," she told him with concern in her voice.

However, instead of listening to her, Wesley gave the umbrella back to her and walked into the rain straight away. "Hold it for yourself. It's just a drizzle. I don't need it. You get inside the car quickly and I'll put the bags in the trunk."

With that, he ran towards his car in the rain. Looking at his receding figure, Blair suddenly felt a surge of warmth course through her heart.

This man never talked sweet or comforting words to women, or anyone for that matter. But, he showed his tenderness by putting it into action. She could easily feel his consideration for her—he didn't want her to carry anything, and he didn't want her to get wet. Yet there was no way he was going to say it out loud.

When Wesley finally got into the driver's seat, his hair was dripping with raindrops. Blair hadn't fastened her seatbelt yet. She had been waiting for him with a few tissues in her hands, knowing that he would need them as soon as he got back. Now, she leaned her body closer to him, wiping the water off his short hair.

He was stunned by her sudden gesture. For a moment, he didn't know what to do and just let her do that.

But after she was done with his hair, she began to wipe his face; he then came back to his senses and grabbed hold of her wrist to stop her. "Don't bother. I'm a man. I'm okay with a little bit of rain."

He didn't let go of her hand though he was done speaking. The soft feeling of her hand was occupying his mind, filling with a gentle yet arousing feeling.

Blair knew he was going to say that and wouldn't hear otherwise, so she didn't insist and nodded, "Okay."

She wanted to draw her hand back but he didn't let go. As she slowly wrenched her wrist to break free, he gripped it even tighter.

Under the dim light of the parking lot, Blair looked at the man who seemed to be absorbed in thought. "What's wrong?" she asked in a confused tone.

Wesley didn't respond. Instead, he locked gazes with her.

Silence filled the air of the car. At that very second, Blair suddenly remembered something she had read on the Internet. 'If you and a man look at each other for ten seconds and the man kisses you, it means that you are his one true love.'