Burning Passion: Love Never Die

They walked towards the supermarket with him holding the umbrella for the both of them. There was one second when Blair was one step behind.

Only then did she find out that most of the umbrella was over her.

Wesley’s left shoulder was all wet. What was this man doing! Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Blair was moved. But since he had already made it clear that he didn’t like her, she thought that he was doing this only because he was a gentleman.

She looked up at the umbrella and moved closer to him so that it could shield both of them.

Distracted, she didn’t notice the puddle on the ground.

“Be careful!”

Wesley suddenly called out.

She couldn’t dodge it, but he was quick enough to pull her into his arms before she stepped into it.

Blair looked down at the puddle and told him, “I’m wearing white shoes.

I would be damned if I had walked into it. Thanks.”

Wesley didn’t respond. However, he made sure that he didn’t let go of her until they had reached the entrance to the supermarket. Locked in his arms, Blair was so flustered she didn’t even know where to put her hands. Luckily, it wasn’t a long distance from the puddle to the entrance. While Wesley was folding the umbrella near the door, Blair calmed herself down and straightened her clothes.

After they entered the supermarket, she got a cart. Instead of browsing around, they went straight to the household essentials aisle.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“What toothbrush and toothpaste brands does your mom like?”

“I don’t know.” ‘Is there a difference between those brands?’

“What kind of towel does she use? Any specific requirements?”

“I have no idea.” ‘Just towels. Aren’t they all the same?’

“Does she prefer milk or yogurt?”

“I’m not sure.” ‘I like neither. ‘

Blair rolled her eyes at him. ‘Are you sure that you are her son?’

“Does your mom like snacks?”

“I. Looking at her glum face, he changed his answer from “I don’t know” to “Yeah, she does.”

Sadly, that answer brought him a Load of new questions.

“What does she like best? Dried mangoes? Nuts? Chips? Does she like oats or other cereals?”

“I don’t know.” There were those three words again.