True Love Waits novel Chapter 708

Baldwin had nothing to say to that. He had to go and knock on the housemaid's door.

After getting the recipe from him, Wesley began to make the soup.

Blair was sound asleep when she heard someone calling her name. It sounded like Wesley.

She opened her eyes and saw him pulling away her covers.

She was feeling sticky all over. She touched her forehead and found that it was sweating.

When Wesley came back after putting away the covers, he saw that she was awake. "The covers were too thick. You are sweating profusely," he explained.

"Oh," she responded lightly.

Wesley sat on her bedside and said, "Have some soup before going back to sleep." She nodded slowly, and he took the bowl of soup in his hand, ready to feed her.

Blair sat up meekly. She took a sip of it as Wesley placed the spoon to her lips after blowing on it gently.

Too much ginger gave it a funny taste. Blair winced, but finished the bowl without any complaint.

After he put down the bowl, she gazed at him for a moment. Then, she said, "I'm feeling hot. I want to take a bath."

Her sleepy expression, the beads of sweat on her forehead, and her sheer pajamas made her so attractive at that moment. Wesley gulped. "All right."

He carried her into the bathroom, ran the water for her and then left immediately.

Meanwhile, he went to her bedroom and took a shower. When he walked back into his room, Blair was still in the bathroom.

Wesley knew her pace, so he didn't rush her. He adjusted the temperature in the room and waited as he reclined on the headboard, doing something on his phone.

It was too late into the night, so Blair didn't wash her hair. After a while, she walked out of the bathroom in a bath towel.

Standing by the bathroom door, she blushed and said, "I... I don't have any clothes here." Her pajamas smelled of sweat. She didn't want to wear them again.

Wesley wanted to say, "Then, be naked." But he couldn't. She wasn't in the right mood.

He got off the bed, walked to the closet and grabbed a white shirt. "Wear this. I'll buy you some clothes tomorrow."

"Okay."

Blair put the shirt on, lay down beside him and shut her eyes.

She had been too docile all night. It felt strange. Wesley had to say what he had been wanting to explain the whole night. "Patty and I—"

However, Blair rolled over towards him and held him before he could finish his sentence. "I don't want to talk about it. I'm sleepy."

The touch of her soft body made him swallow the rest of his words. "All right."

Wesley turned off the lights. The room was engulfed in darkness. He wanted to hold her, but Blair quickly turned away from him, with her back to him.

He closed his eyes for a second and turned her around to face him. "Honey, I can't take it anymore," he whispered in a hoarse voice.

Blair flushed liked a boiled lobster. He held her hands in his tightly.

Without her consent, he didn't dare make the next move.

He waited. Both of them were silent for a moment.

"Once a day is enough for you. We'll do it tomorrow," she finally said.

Wesley felt helpless. What could he do to make her believe that nothing had happened between him and Patty.

He embraced her tightly, immersed in her scent. "Fine, let's sleep," he said gently.