NovelEnglishThere’s nothing going on between your brother and me. Explain this to your mom tomorrow.”
“Nothing going on?’ Wesley smiled.
“Why don’t you explain it to her?”
“I did, but she didn’t believe me. She barely even listened to me.”
Blair felt frustrated on thinking about it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter a moment of silence, Wesley agreed, “Okay.”
Blair was relieved.
“One more thing, now that you know I’m not pregnant, can I move out now?”
Wesley grabbed her phone in her hand and typed something on the screen.
“I’ve just saved my number on your phone. Callif you need anything,” he told her when he handed back her phone.
Blair stole a glance at Wesley’s face as she took her phone from him.
Somehow she felt that he didn’t want her to move out. But since he hadn’t said anything otherwise to make her stay yet, she was afraid that she might be wrong.
“I might never need it. After I move out, most probably, I won’t have a reason to trouble you anymore,” she reminded him in a sad, low voice.
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It wasn’t impossible that such would be the case. She had been out of touch with Wesley for a long tafter she had moved out of the
Hillside Apartments, just Like she had been out of touch with him after she had gone abroad.
Silence fell inside the car. She was waiting for him to say something.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Wesley didn’t. He started the engine, and the car ran through the exit of the apartment complex with only its engine to break the silence. Even that hum felt like silence in the awkwardness of the situation.
Sadness took hold of Blair, as if something was clutching at her heart.
She couldn’t look at him, nor did she want him to see her sad, so she turned to look out the window. For the first time, she really didn’t feel like talking even though she was around him.
They arrived at the supermarket pretty soon. It wasn’t that far through car. Blair unbuckled the seat belt and was about to get out of the car when Wesley grabbed her arm and stopped her.
“There’s an umbrella in the trunk. Wait here. I’ll get it
He got out and brought the umbrella from the trunk. Then he opened the passenger door and carried Blair out of the car.
“Are you coming with me?” Blair asked, looking at him longingly. She wanted him to.
“Yeah. I can help you choose. I know her likes and dislikes,” Wesley answered.
That made sense. As Cecelia’s son, he sure knew her better than Blair did.
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