Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“No problem.” Wesley walked towards the door to change into his shoes.

The moment he opened the door and stepped out, Blair said to Cecelia hastily, “Aunt Cecelia, I just remembered that there isn’t an extra set of toiletries in here. I’ll go out and buy some for you.”

“I am coming with you.”

“There’s no need for that. The supermarket is a bit far. You just stay here and rest.” Blair put on her shoes quickly.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Then let Wesley take you there. Wesley, wait for Blair.”

Wesley stopped in his tracks and turned towards the woman, deciding that he could use this opportunity to ask her a few things that had been nagging him for so long.

They walked into the elevator together. Blair was thinking about how to break the news to him that she was moving out. But Wesley spoke first.

“Does Niles know that you are pregnant?”

Blair was burning up. She blinked while clenching her fists.

“No, he doesn’t.” ‘Even I myself don’t know that I’m pregnant. And I know I am not!”

Wesley stared at her glumly.

“Why didn’t you tell him?”

“Wesley, how did you find out?” Blair was fighting the urge to punch him hard.

“Someone told me.”

“Someone told him? That is just ridiculous. When even I don’t know that, who does?’ “Who told you? Megan? That so-called niece or sister of yours? Whatever it is.“ ‘It must be Megan!‘ Blair thought angrily.

“Sister?’ Wesley was surprised to hear that. But in any case, he sometimes did see Megan as his little sister, so he didn’t bother to explain.

“It doesn’t matter who told me.”

Leaning on the wall of the elevator, Blair watched the floor indicator change. When the elevator had finally descended to the first floor, she said in a weird tone, “First pal then sister; a lover sooner or later.

It seems Megan is about to become your lover.”

With that, she was getting out of the elevator. Wesley suddenly grabbed her hand and pushed her into a corner. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“Lover? Megan has always called me ‘Uncle.* You, on the other hand, were sort of my friend at first.

Then you called me ‘Brother’ at the dining table just now. Going by your own logic, does that mean you are about to become my lover? Is that what you are trying to tell me?”

Blair blushed at his words.

Cecelia had told her that he was wooden-headed when it came to relationships. But this “wood” was now hitting on her. She pushed him away from her.

“Don’t talk nonsense,” she mumbled as she walked out with her back towards him to cover her nervousness.