Take My Breath Away

Blair took pictures of the examination result along with the doctor's diagnosis and sent them to Wesley on WeChat.

He grinned as he read the doctor's report. Then it occurred to him how pissed Blair must be, so he called her. "I didn't mean this to happen."

"Humph! You sexually abused me using your being drunk as an excuse. You're a jerk!"

"No, you were just so enticing. I couldn't help it." He had seen many sides of Blair the previous night. She had even been in the mood to tease him. He was so attracted to her that he had completely lost control.

"So it was my fault, huh?" she asked, a warning in her tone.

His goofy grin disappeared. "No, it was definitely my fault. I won't do it again. Please forgive me, ma'am."

"Not so easily. I'm going to stay at Joslyn's for a few days. Reflect on your mistakes for a while! Don't come for me. I don't want to see you anytime soon!" He was just too much for her to handle. She was honestly afraid to sleep with him.

Wesley frowned. "I'll come and pick you up tonight."

"You'll only make me angrier!"

"Then... I'll pick you up tomorrow." He could only stay one night without her.

"No. It's my call. Didn't you just call me 'ma'am'? You should follow my orders unconditionally."

Wesley knew that he had walked right into that one. He had to wait for her to come back now.

So, it was just Blair, Joslyn and little Patrick at home.

Wesley couldn't just march into the Ji family's residence to get her back, so he called her every day.

And every time he asked her to come home, Blair would say that she wanted to spend more time with Joslyn and Patrick.

A few days passed like this. Then one day, Blair got a call from Debbie. "Sis, do me a favor," Debbie said.

"Fire away!"

Debbie giggled. "You didn't even ask what I want. You're such a good friend, Blair," she said warmly. "I'm planning to teach the Queen of Manipulation a lesson, but your husband is getting in my way. I need your help."

"Sure. But who is this Queen of Manipulation?"

"Megan," Debbie said with a smirk.

Blair laughed. "The title suits her perfectly. What do you want me to do?"

"Megan has been hospitalized for eating raw eggs. I need to settle a score with that bitch, but Wesley and Damon are in the hospital with her. And they are obviously on her side. I need you to get down here and drag Wesley away."

Blair thought about it. "I'm not sure if I can manage that." Megan was important to Wesley.

"Give it a try. He is your husband. I believe in you, Blair!" Debbie said.

Blair didn't want Wesley to spend too much time with Megan either. So she nodded, "Okay, I'm on my way."

In the hospital

When Blair arrived, there was a small crowd around Megan's bed. Wesley was there too.

Soon after, Adriana dragged Damon out of the ward by his ear.

Blair looked at her hand and then at Wesley, wondering if she should do the same to him.

On second thoughts, she didn't think she could win over Wesley by using violence. So, she tried to talk to him nicely.

However, that didn't work either. Wesley wouldn't leave Megan's side.

Embarrassed, Blair stormed out of the ward.

Wesley chased after her. He grabbed her wrist and said, "We haven't seen each other in days. Why are you mad? Your temper is getting worse by the minute."

'We haven't seen each other in days, and this is how you treat me?' Blair wrenched free of his grasp and yelled, "Go back to your sweet niece! I've never seen anyone as ungrateful as she is! I was too easy on her last time; I shouldn't have stopped with two slaps. And she deserves this too. Don't you dare take her side!"

Wesley stared at her sharply. "Did you talk to Debbie? She is a bad influence. Don't listen to her."

"Debbie can't be trusted, but Megan can? What's wrong with you? Has your brain gone on a vacation? Megan is trying to sabotage our relationship. How can you not see it? Or do you already know it and choose to ignore it anyway?" Blair didn't think Wesley was that stupid. She figured it must be the latter. He knew what Megan was up to, but chose not to see it.

"As soon as she can support herself, I will leave her alone," Wesley said. He knew that things were not as simple as they appeared to be. But he also thought that Debbie had gone too far this time.

"That girl is over twenty years old! Don't you think she is old enough to support herself? I wouldn't have said anything about it if she were a nice person. But she is not! You and Carlos almost died saving her life, but she flaunted it around. You're such a dope!"

'Dope?' "What's a dope?" he asked, raising his eyebrow slightly.

'Shit!' Blair pondered over it and said, "It's nothing bad."

'Yeah, right.' "Talk, woman."

"I'm telling the truth. It just means you are adorable."

Wesley decided to let this one go. He sighed. "Never mind. Just stay away from Debbie."

"No can do. I'm on Debbie's side. That Queen of Manipulation is evil to the core of her being. If you don't agree with it, then that's not my problem or Debbie's." Blair felt that he was judging Debbie blindly.

Wesley frowned. "Are you gonna defy me?"

"Yes, you're damn right I am!"

Wesley grabbed her hand and pulled her forcefully into his arms. "Come home with me tonight."

"Tonight? Why not now?" she asked, gritting her teeth. She knew the answer.

"Because right now—"

"Excuse me! Move, please." Just then, some doctors came running with two nurses in tow, pushing a stretcher into the operating room.

Wesley had a bad feeling. He grabbed a nurse and asked, "Which patient was that?"

"The patient from Ward Nine. Her old disease has kicked in."

Wesley looked back at Blair. "Honey, that's Megan! Wait for me at home. I'll come back as soon as I can."

'Megan! Megan! It's always Megan.' Blair wanted to stomp on that woman like an ant.

She turned around and left without so much as a goodbye to Wesley.

Watching her leave like that, he curled his hands into fists. But he couldn't leave Megan in that condition right now. He decided to stay and make up to Blair later.

That night, when he was back home, the apartment was pitch-black. Blair was nowhere to be found.

He called her on her phone. "Where are you?"

"At my uncle's."

"I'm coming to get you."

"No, I'm already in bed," she rebuffed.

"We need to talk. I'm coming to pick you up," he insisted. He also wanted to talk to her about Megan. If Blair really hated her that much, now that Carlos was out of his coma, he could ask Carlos to take care of Megan.

"I just want to sleep. Patrick is also asleep. Don't come. You will disturb everyone. Good night!"

She hung up.

Wesley looked around the big bedroom. He felt empty without her.

And just like last time, for days, Blair refused to come home. Wesley was busy taking care of Megan, but made time to see Blair. He only left after ascertaining that she was fine.

After Megan had been discharged from the hospital, he went again to pick Blair up from her uncle's, but she used all kinds of excuses to not go home with him.