Burning Passion: Love Never Die

When she walked beside Wesley, there was a distinct contrast between the colors of their skin.

A long azure coat hung from her arm. She rocked a pair of fashionable, black-laced martin boots

They went to Shining International Plaza, which was close to the apartment.

On the way, Wesley asked Blair what she wanted to eat. She actually was in the mood for steak but figured that it might not be his cup of tea, so in the end she said, “I don’t know. Anything, I guess. I’m not a picky eater.”

Just like him, she wasn’t particular about food either.

Wesley looked at her and asked, “Really? I know someone who doesn’t eat cabbage, carrots, towel gourd, pork, or duck. I wonder who that might be?”

“Sounds familiar. Oh, right. It’s me.’ Blair blushed when she realized that.

“I can eat them. I just don’t like them,” she argued, feeling defensive.

If she had to, she would eat them. When she went to the grocery store, usually she wouldn’t pick those particular vegetables.

Wesley smiled and kept silent.

They came to a restaurant in the Alioth Building. Blair chose a window seat and sat down. Wesley sat opposite her.

A waiter brought them a couple menus.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Your choice,” Wesley said.

Me?”

“Sure.”

“Okay.” Blair opened her menu.

“Anything you don’t Like? Vegetables or meat?” she asked as she read the menu.

“Anything is fine by me. I’ll show you what a non-picky eater looks like.” Blair rolled her eyes at him. Wesley was dumbstruck. ‘Huh? What was that for?’

There were too many tempting dishes on the menu. Blair wanted all of them, but she couldn’t. She had to take time to decide what she wanted most. And it wasn’t easy. Her mouth was watering and her stomach complained about its empty state. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Looking at her troubled expression, Wesley frowned. ‘Is it that hard?’

Before Long, he figured out what was bothering her.

“It’s okay. You can order some things today and the others can wait another time.” He had been waiting so long he started to have a nic fit, but this was a non-smoking restaurant. He touched the pack of cigarettes in his pocket and steeled his resolve. He could wait.

Without raising her head, Blair replied, “Ever since Joslyn got married, she can’t hang out with me anymore. Even when she has a Little free time, I have to work. I’m alone most of the time, and I don’t want to eat here alone. It’s weird.” Her tone was thick with disappointment and resignation. Sometimes adulting could be a bitter pill to swallow.

Wesley announced, “I’LL take some time off. Then we can eat here again.”

That was a nice surprise. Blair lifted her head abruptly, her eyes shone with excitement.