True Love Waits novel Chapter 640

"One glass, nothing less or more!" Blair insisted, haggling the amount with him.

"Then forget it!" Wesley declared in a final tone.

"Come on! Look, it would only be wasting the drink if I took just a single sip from an entire glass," she argued stubbornly as they walked out of the parking lot, haggling over the amount like a needy child. As they came out of the warm building, the cold air blew on their faces, and Blair felt a chill. She clutched her clothes tighter and moved closer to him.

Wesley noticed her movement and could see her shiver too. He grabbed her hand to keep it warm. "I'll drink the rest of it," he promised, still in no mood to budge.

"You're taking the fun out of it. Forget it. I don't want to drink it anymore," she complained.

"Okay" was all he said. He didn't try to convince her otherwise anymore.

Blair felt tricked now. Was this what he had wanted all along? In any case, Wesley took her to a beverage bar and ordered a cup of milk tea for her.

When she was served the warm cup of tea, she held it in her hands and asked before taking a sip, "Does this taste good?" She had no idea about it because she scarcely drank it. Her usual preference was fruit tea.

Wesley himself had no idea about the taste, and he merely shook his head. "I don't know."

"Then why did you buy this for me?" Blair rolled her eyes.

"I just heard that girls like it," came an honest reply. Wesley was wondering if she would be any happier if he also bought her some oden. Thinking that it might be worth a shot, he decided to go ahead anyway.

As Blair sucked the pearls greedily through the straw, Wesley took her to a snack bar selling oden. "Want some?" he asked her, deciding that it would be better if he asked her first.

Blair rubbed her belly, whose fully occupied volume could be seen from a certain angle. "Yeah all right. But just a little. I'm still quite full."

"Okay," he responded simply.

Blair picked out a few snacks and checked them out.

After that, they continued to wander on the streets; Wesley was holding her tea for her while she ate her oden. "How did you come to know about this place?" she asked.

"I came here with Garnet yesterday," came another short and honest response.

Blair's hand was midway to her mouth and stopped in the air when she heard that. "You brought her here too?"

"Yes."

"You bought milk tea for her too?"

"No. The line was too long. I didn't have the time to wait."

"So, would you have bought it for her if you hadn't been in a rush?" She stopped to look at him.

"Yes," he replied bluntly.

'Listen to him. He is so...Aargh!' Blair ran out of words she could use to describe him. He really knew little about girls. She was pissed at him now. But he wouldn't understand things through anger. She would have to explain like a primary school teacher. "Wesley," she began after taking a moment to calm herself down.

"Hmm?"

"Would you stop going shopping with girls?"

"Including you?"

"Of course not. I meant other girls. Since you don't want a girlfriend, you shouldn't get their hopes up. When you go out shopping with Garnet, she might misunderstand things and end up believing that you are interested in her," she said with an earnest look on her face. Wesley frowned.

It baffled him how girls could misunderstand things so easily. "Okay," he agreed shortly.

"Will you stop buying them milk tea and oden?"

"Yes."

"That's all well and good. But what if Megan wants you to go shopping with her. What if she wants you to buy some food for her?"

"I'll ask Carlos to go with her." Wesley suggested the simplest option.

"He doesn't spend much time on her anymore," she reminded him. It was true! Carlos had been reluctant to even let Megan come with him and Debbie when they had gone to New York to celebrate Spring Festival. But his grandma had wanted to see her so bad that he eventually had to agree to take her with them.

After Carlos had fallen for Debbie, he spent very little time with Megan, and consequently, more responsibility had fallen on Wesley.

"Then I'll ask Damon to do it." Wesley said his next option.

"Nuh-uh! Damon has to take care of his wife," Blair said.

Wesley felt a little stumped. Who was left now? He thought of Curtis. But no! Curtis was married too. So, that only left him... "I'll ask a bodyguard to go with her."