NovelEnglishWesley said bluntly. Talking obliquely was never his thing.
Raised at the military residential quarters and having grown up to be a serviceman, he was even less tactful than Carlos. Debbie didn’t know whether she should laugh or cry at his words.
“Wesley, Megan should be the one apologizing, not me.” Even Carlos couldn’t make her apologize. Wesley was just wasting his breath.
He said in a serious tone, “Megan is just a Little girl. You should be more tolerant with her. Besides, she’s the one in the hospital right now, not you.”
“Wesley, you and your friends are all biased towards her. You don’t even care who’s right and who’s wrong when it comes to Megan, do you?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDebbie asked with a glare. Just because he and Carlos treasured Megan didn’t mean that they could cover for all her mistakes. And there was no way that Debbie would apologize to her.
Wesley cast Debbie a complicated look. Then he said, “I’m sorry,
Debbie.” With that, he trotted towards the military vehicle in a standard military style and opened the back door, as if saying, “Get in, please.”
Debbie’s anger grew. ‘What the hell? Is he gonna forceto apologize to Megan even though she is the one who is in the wrong?
Does he think I will gladly get into the vehicle just because he askedto? I don’t even Listen to my own husband. What makes him think that
I will ever Listen to him? How big a pushover does he think I am?’
Wesley, new semester begins in two days. I’m going to buy snew stationery. Show yourself around the manor if you want.”
Debbie turned to walk towards her car.
Wesley, however, caught up with her after several strides and closed her car door which she had just opened. He stood rigidly in front of it.
“What? You want a fight?” asked Debbie. She didn’t give a damn about his status or rank.
Wesley was about to say something when his phone rang. He took the call and simply said, “I’m at your manor.”
“I know,” responded Carlos, as he walked into the elevator.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“I’m warning you, don’t you dare harm a hair on my wife’s head.”
Wesley looked at Debbie and then replied, “Don’t worry, I respect her.
That’s why I’m politely asking her to get into my car.”
Debbie guessed it had to be Carlos on the phone. Hearing Wesley’s reply, Debbie scoffed. ‘Politely? Thank you, Wesley, for showing so much respect.”
The doors to the sightseeing elevator closed. The view of the city flashed before Carlos’ eyes.
“She does what she likes. Even I can’t force her to do anything she doesn’t want to. Your words are not gonna budge her,” he continued.
Wesley’s lips twitched scornfully. ‘Can’t force your own woman to do what you want? I’m sure you’re just unwilling to force her, ‘ he sneered within.
“She must cto the hospital withtoday.”
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