True Love Waits novel Chapter 611

All the other soldiers nodded in unison. They were one big well-oiled machinery. "Yes, Talbot's right, Chief. We did that only for your own good! We had no ulterior motives."

Wesley, however, was unfazed by their unanimous response and replied calmly, "All of you! Get out and get ready for a running exercise. If you delay for even a single second, your phone will be confiscated." He added in a warning tone, "For a month!"

"Yes, sir. We're leaving right now." They all responded in a similar way. Then one of them mischievously added, "Please do remember to check Blair's WeChat Moments." Before Wesley could retort, Talbot and the other soldiers turned around and darted out of Wesley's office faster than a scared rabbit.

When the office had quietened down, Wesley slowly brought out his phone and opened the WeChat app. He tapped on Blair's Moments.

Blair had posted a photo about half an hour ago. She was with a group of eight people, all holding a glass of beer and toasting each other. The caption caught his eye. "Warning! Whoever gets a phone call, has to chug down one glass!" Eight phone numbers were mentioned beneath that, as if inviting people to call!

Wesley knew at a glance that the last number was Blair's. He wondered if anyone had called her. Was she drunk?

The glasses looked quite tall, even though they were slightly narrow. Still, she didn't have a big appetite. Could she gulp one down?

Actually, by the time Wesley could check her WeChat Moments, Blair had already been forced to gulp down two glasses of beer. Of the two calls she had received, one was from a classmate she had in high school and the other one was from Orion.

Joslyn, the birthday girl, had already received five calls. Unfortunately, the calls weren't going to stop for her since everyone would want to wish her, oblivious of the rules of the game.

Just as the group had settled down after one of the calls, one of the boys received a call—from Hartwell!

The boy wanted to cry when he heard what the voice from the other end of the line was saying. "Hi there. I'm Joslyn's husband. Can you put her on the phone for me, please."

The boy replied in an anguished tone, "Sir! Come on! You could have called your wife directly!"

Hartwell nonchalantly responded, "Oh, please! I saw her post and know all about your little game. I wanted to talk to her so I just randomly picked up a number." It was obvious why. He didn't want his wife or Blair to drink too much, so he had deliberately chosen a random number.

The boy passed his phone to Joslyn, murmuring, "You know, your husband is such a sly fox. This one doesn't count."

"Doesn't count?" Everyone burst out laughing. "You wish! You know the rules! Whoever gets a call has to chug it down! We didn't have a restriction on the callers. Pop a glass down, now!" While Joslyn was busy talking to Hartwell on the phone, the boy was forced by the group to gulp a tall glass of beer in a single breath.

"Hey honey," Joslyn greeted her husband with a smile.

Sighing helplessly, Hartwell cautioned her, "What's this game you guys are doing? Take care, huh? I cannot be there, you know? Don't drink too much and keep an eye out for Blair too. Don't let her drink too much either."

"Honey, it's fine! It's just beer."

Joslyn tried to calm him down. On the other end, Hartwell massaged his forehead. "Mmm, all right. But Blair gets drunk easily. Take care of her. Wait for me when the party is over. I'll come pick you up."

"Got it."

When she ended the call, Joslyn saw that Blair was drinking her third glass of beer. Remembering what Hartwell had said, she hastily went over to help her. "Blair, let me drink that for you. I have a better capacity for alcohol than you do."

"Oh there's no need. It's just beer; there is very low alcohol content in it." Blair shook her head.

The boy sitting next to them burst out laughing when he heard the proposal. "Joslyn, you're one to talk! Look at the three glasses of beer in front of you. You haven't even finished your own portion yet."