Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Okay, as Long as you know what you’re doing.”

Wesley’s eyes had been glued to her the whole time. But oblivious to his intent gaze, Blair texted her friend, drinking soybean milk. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Thanks, my friend. Oh, right. Don’t tell my cousin.”

Although Hartwell deeply appreciated Wesley’s abilities, which he had witnessed in the military, he disliked Blair getting too close to him.

He had sternly warned the girl to stay away from Wesley once. That was particularly why Blair didn’t want Joslyn to tell Hartwell anything. If he found out about the two of them, there was going to be too much fuss for her to deal with.

Joslyn wrote back, “Alright, got it. Just use the money. It’s from your cousin, so you don’t owe me anything. If I am short of anything, he’ll give me more. You worry about yourself.”

Blair sent a thumbs-up emoji and replied, “Wow! You lucky girl! I envy you so much. Don’t show off to me so early in the early, huh?”

Angela’s Library

“Who are you texting?” A man’s voice suddenly cut in her ears and it was so Loud that she almost jumped. Startled, her hand shook violently for a moment and the phone slipped off, dropping right into the half-finished bowl of soybean milk.

Wesley hadn’t expected this to happen. He quickly shot to his feet and rushed towards the bowl, snatching her phone out of the bowl with one hand, and pulling a tissue with his other hand. He began to wipe her phone, whose screen was still functional.

Accidentally, his eyes fell on the transfer record on the chat log.

Joslyn had just transferred fifty thousand dollars to Blair.

He knew it was wrong to peek at other people’s chat logs. But it was

Blair’s phone and he felt overwhelmed by the urge to know more about her. Besides, who wasn’t going to be curious after seeing a transfer log of fifty grand?

He stole a glance at Blair. She was pulling some more tissues. Silently and quickly, pretending to wipe the phone, he scrolled up and down the chat log, fast reading her messages with Joslyn. Before she could shift her eyes back to her phone, Wesley already had a general idea of what was going on.

Cecelia was talking with Baldwin over the phone at that moment. When she saw that Blair’s phone was completely soaked in the soybean milk, she comforted the girl, “Don’t be upset, Blair. Your phone is old. I’ll buy you a new one soon.” She had already noticed the previous night that Blair’s phone was an old model worth only about a hundred dollars.

Blair shook her head.

“Aunt, don’t bother. It’s still functional. I am not that interested in phones and I’ll buy a new one when it really stops working.”

Her words caught Wesley’s attention. He had just witnessed another side of Blair. According to what he could read from the chat log, she was going to buy Cecelia a gift using the money Joslyn had transferred.

Fifty thousand dollars was a large amount for Blair. However, she wasn’t even going to buy a new phone for herself. Even if she were to spend a thousand dollars on Cecelia, she could easily have afforded to buy a good phone for her own self. But she didn’t want to!

“She’s so generous to my mom but mean to herself. What a strange girt,

* Wesley thought to himself.

“Why not buy a new one today? Do you like this phone very much? How long have you used it?” Wesley asked casually while still holding her phone in his hand.

Blair thought for a Little while and then explained, “My previous phone was broken when I was in South Mountain. After I was rescued, Miller bought me this one. That was only a few months ago. It’s not so old.”

The next second, before she knew what had happened, her phone was in the bowl of soybean milk once again. ‘What the hell?’ she thought.

Wesley apologized in a nonchalant voice, “Oh, I am sorry. It slipped off my hand.”