NovelEnglishDragged by Wesley, Blair felt embarrassed as they walked through the crowd of students. But the pain in her arm was so intense she could scarcely put up a fight. Bowing her head, she just Let him take her to the sink.
Joslyn pondered her options, but in the end, she decided against following them. Blair was alone with the man she loved. Why was she to get in the way?
She then turned around to get even with the boy student. Lenard had told the boy to pour smineral water onto his slight scald. Joslyn told him off angrily, “This is the school cafeteria! Why would you run around like a wild animal in here? Do you know what you did to Blair?”
The boy student didn’t mean to hurt Blair. He felt guilty and apologized quickly, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to. Sorry…”
Before she could harangue him more, a girl student suddenly interrupted her and asked curiously, “Joslyn, what is it with Blair and Wesley, anyway? He seems to care for her a lot.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I know, right? He carried her to the clinic when she got heatstroke the other day. He even stayed there with her!” another girl said.
So now they were gossiping about Blair and Wesley.
Wesley’s men wanted to go over and check on Blair’s wound. But hearing what the girls had said, they all froze on the spot and contented themselves with just watching at a distance.
The two had already reached the sink. Wesley had turned on the faucet and placed Blair’s arm under the running water.
They observed their leader carefully. His face wasn’t as cold as usual, but instead, there was a hint of tenderness.
Wesley’s men couldn’t believe their eyes. They stopped staring and averted their eyes, not wanting to be caught looking.
“Could it be true? Is he a softie?”
Bowman felt hard to believe it.
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“Could be…” He had never seen Wesley treat a woman like this.
Although, as soldiers, they didn’t see too many women, Bowman saw how
Wesley behaved around Megan. This was different. They used to tease him about Megan, and Wesley would silence them with his death stares.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNot privy to Bowman’s thoughts, Joslyn merely glared at the nosy girls and said, “Why are you even talking about this? Can’t you see Blair’s hurt?”
The girls felt a Little guilty. Begrudgingly, they went back to their seats to continue eating.
But Wesley and Blair were unaware they’d drawn any attention to themselves. They were more concerned with healing her burns. When Blair bowed her head, a few teardrops fell into the sink, joining the running water from the tap.
“Thanks. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know what I’d do,” she said, trying to sound as calm as possible.
“It’s okay.” He noticed the tears, and his face turned grim. For the first tin his life, he didn’t know what to do next.
He had seen women cry many times. Each the went on missions, he would see tons of women crying hysterically in the face of danger or catastrophe. But all he needed to do was make sure they were safe. He wasn’t ordered to help them feel better. This wasn’t something he was used to.
He saw Megan cry, too-a lot. The tiniest thing would open the floodgates. But most of the time, when Megan cried, he would let Damon handle it or call Curtis, the patient gentleman, to comfort her.
Watching Blair, he had an overwhelming desire to do something or say something. So he tried.
“Hey…hey…you were held hostage with a knife to your neck. You were brave then. Why are you crying now? It’s just a little scald. Maybe you’re not a fan of my first aid skills…”
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