Tears welled up in Blair's eyes. "If you don't like me, then you should stop taking care of me."
It had been a long time since Wesley said that he didn't like her. He pursed his lips and said, "My mom likes you. A lot. So I need to like you too. She'll be happy to see you live in a safe and comfortable place." 'As long as Mom is happy, I'm happy too, ' he thought.
But as soon as he said the words, he realized how lame of an excuse it was.
The softness on Blair's expression instantly vanished and turned into a scowl. 'So he's being nice to me only because his mom likes me? Nothing else? If I didn't know any better, I'd probably just think he's a mama's boy.
Ugh! I feel so tired!' She forced a smile and waved at him. "Good night."
Without saying another word, she turned around and walked back into her bedroom.
Wesley silently watched as she closed the door behind her, and then entered his own bedroom.
Lying in bed, Blair turned and rolled. She forced her eyes closed, but sleep still wouldn't come. She wasn't really in the mood to read a book either, so she just lay there, awake. When it was already past midnight, she suddenly sat up. She stared at the package of perfume and lipstick on the nightstand and then got out of bed.
'I wonder if Wesley is already asleep, ' she thought.
She picked up the perfume and lipstick and left her bedroom. Standing outside Wesley's bedroom, she knocked on the door once, but there was no response.
She knocked again. Still nothing.
'Is he asleep? Or maybe I should just knock on the door harder?' she mused.
After a short pause, she knocked on the door for the third time. This time, the door opened.
Wesley was not asleep; he was just taking a shower. 'Did he just finish showering? Or was he still in the middle of it when I knocked?' she wondered. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair was still dripping wet.
Blair was suddenly dumbstruck. This was the second time that she had seen Wesley wearing nothing but a towel. She had previously told herself that she would be a cheating dog if she still held any sort of attraction towards him.
Apparently, she was indeed a cheating dog.
Against Blair's better judgment, her gaze landed on Wesley's toned and muscular body. She had started to develop feelings for him when she was sixteen. It was more than just a schoolgirl crush and had deepened over the past few years. She could never forget Wesley's warm embrace as he comforted her the day her parents died when she was nineteen. He had a beautiful body on top of his caring heart; how was it possible for her to not be attracted to him?
Seeing that the woman in front of him had no intention of speaking any time soon, Wesley asked, "What do you want?"
His voice snapped Blair out of her thoughts. She then raised the package of perfume and lipstick and waved them in front of him. "I accidentally brought Niles' belongings here. Would you please give them back to him for me? I'm afraid you might have already left before I even wake up."
Wesley cast a glance at the package in Blair's hand and then at her face. "Keep them," he said plainly.
"What? Why?"
"Those aren't Niles' belongings."
Blair's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "Not his? But I asked Aunt Cecelia, and she said they were not hers either. Are these yours, then?" 'Did he buy them for Megan?' she thought bitterly.
Wesley took the package from her and unwrapped it under her watchful eyes. "Just keep them," he repeated.
Blair shook her head and shoved the unwrapped package towards his hands. "No, no. Just give them to her. Young girls like these kinds of things. I bet she'll love them."
"Who are you talking about?" Now it was Wesley's face that was scrunched up in confusion.
Blair pursed her lips, puzzled. "Megan! Who else? Didn't you buy them for her?"
Wesley had never used any perfume before, but he knew how to use it. Of course, any normal person knew how to use perfume. He removed the cap from the perfume and sprayed it on Blair. "I never said I bought them for her!" he said.
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