Chapter 636 Come With Me

Blair stared at her phone for the hundredth time today. It sat on the desk not far away, while she idly doodled on her notebook. She was in no mood to work.

'The meteorologists say snow is on the way. I wonder if it's snowing already.'

She stood up, walked toward the window and opened it. A gust of cold wind blew in, threatening to freeze her into an icy stump sticking out of the permafrost.

It was snowing! Outside, a bitter east wind was accompanied by flurries of snow.

It was the New Year holiday, and pedestrians and cars were out in force. The moment the snowflakes landed on the ground, they melted. So at least the snow wasn't sticking.

Blair boiled some frozen dumplings for supper. After that, she cleared the table and washed the dishes, drying them and putting them all away nicely.

'God, I'm bored! I need something to kill time. Maybe it's time to bundle up and read.' She figured that was better than going out in the streets and turning into a snowman. So she did just that, thumbing through Mo Yan's "The Garlic Ballads" until she found her place. Eventually, boredom gave way to sleepiness, and she drifted off.

At almost half past midnight, someone opened her bedroom door, which jarred her awake. Freaked out, she sat up in bed and her hand shot to the switch on the bedside lamp.

In the dim light, she saw Wesley standing at the door, staring at her with his usual deadpan face.

She rubbed her eyes, wondering if this was all a dream. It took her a couple of minutes to realize that it wasn't. He was here!

Wesley heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Blair safe and sound.

The puzzled expression on her face made him want to pull her into his arms and kiss her on the lips. But he couldn't—they weren't a couple...yet.

"I thought you were in A Country, visiting your family," Blair said. Her heart pounded faster with each word she spat.

"I was. I came here to pick you up."

'Pick me up?' Blair's jaw dropped. "I...I didn't say I wasn't going. I'll be out there in three days."

Despite the cold winter, the bedroom was quite warm. The investment in central air paid off. Wesley was too hot and undid three buttons on his shirt. "Thought you were flying out tomorrow."

"I...I changed my mind..."

He walked up to the bedside and demanded in a cold tone, "Pack your stuff and come with me now, or we go in the morning."

"Now? How?"

"I'll drive." He had driven all the way here.

Blair couldn't belie

ng the articles away, letting them fall where they might. He then grabbed her hand and led it to his member. The head tingled unbearably; it was hot and swollen. As he moaned, her name escaped his lips. "Blair..."

When Blair dried her hair and laid in bed, it was already almost 1:20 a.m.

She raised her sore arm and covered her hot cheek. Her face was as red as a tomato. 'Wow! How long did it take? 30 minutes, maybe more.

I never knew it would take so long...'

Next time she saw Niles, she would tell him that his brother was not bad in bed. On the contrary, he was amazing.

She made up her mind that she wasn't going to make fun of him like that. If she did, she risked him doing it again.

At 6:55 a.m., Blair carried her small suitcase into the living room.

Wesley had already made breakfast. As there were few restaurants opening during the New Year's holiday, he made a simple breakfast—boiled eggs, milk and sandwiches.

The moment Blair saw him, she remembered his hard member. She lowered her head to look at her hand, her face burning hot.

Wesley didn't notice a thing. While peeling an egg, he said casually, "Come and have breakfast."

He acted like he usually did, as if nothing happened.

Blair put her suitcase aside, took off her woolen hat, washed her hands and sat down at the table.

While eating, she played on her phone to hide her embarrassment.

When Wesley lowered his head, she took the chance to take a quick glance at him. 'He doesn't look embarrassed at all!

Well, I wonder if this happens to him every day.'

"Eat your breakfast!" he commanded. He finished his breakfast quickly.