Take My Breath Away

The soldiers were relieved to hear that the woman was okay. "Chief, should we take her home?"

They were all wondering the same as they stared at each other.

Then, the woman raised her head and said in a feeble voice, "Wesley Li… I know you."

All eyes were on Wesley at once. His brows knitted tightly.

Wesley was good with faces. He had met this woman before, and Cecelia had once complained about her—Stella.

None of the soldiers wanted to take her home. Since Wesley remained silent, they quickly made excuses for themselves, in case he dumped the woman on them. "Chief, all of us, except you, have to go back to the office. So, you're the only one available to drive her home."

"Right. Off we go."

"Bye, Chief."

They started running as if they were in a race. Within seconds, they had all gotten into the second car and were gone.

For the first time, Wesley was impressed by his soldiers' efficiency.

He looked around. There was nobody else nearby, and Stella looked miserable.

Out of options, he flung the heavily perfumed woman onto his shoulder and carried her to the car. He made her sit in the back seat and drove off.

Past midnight, Blair was woken up by a kiss.

She knew that it was Wesley. He would kiss her every time he got home.

But tonight, something was different. Blair was about to say something when she sensed the strong perfume on him.

'I don't wear perfume. Whose is that?' She was alerted, but hid her anxiety well. "You're back," she said in a relaxed tone.

"Yeah. I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay."

Blair watched the bathroom door close behind him. Then, she went back to sleep with uncomfortable thoughts running in her mind.

The next day, Blair received a call from Joslyn. After chatting for a while, Joslyn started rambling absent-mindedly. Clearly, something was on her mind. She wanted to say something, but wasn't sure if she should. Blair sensed her hesitation. "Joslyn, it's me. If you've got something to say, just say it."

Joslyn was c

ds, but she countered, "So what? He is cheating on you. He has been with me for the past few days."

Blair ignored her and continued, "Wesley would never allow me to stay in a place like this. It's so filthy and insecure."

Stella had nothing to retort.

"My husband is hot, isn't he? Horny women like you always throw themselves at him, but he never gives a damn about any of them."

"Yes, he is hot, and also very good in bed." Stella finally managed to fire back.

She assumed that Blair would flare up, but she was wrong. Blair gave a contemptuous smile and replied, "You can tell that? It's true. He is incredible in bed. But what a shame. You can only guess. I'm the only one who gets to sleep with him."

"You're too naive. I've been sleeping with your husband for three days. Look at you. All pale and sickly. How can you satisfy him? So, of course, he would come to me."

Blair remarked calmly, "You can't stay in a hotel like this for long. Do you want a house? I can ask Wesley to buy one for you."

Stella turned purple. "I don't want a house. I only want Wesley."

"Okay, bye then."

Blair turned to leave. That was when the doorbell rang.

Stella opened the door hastily. Wesley was standing in the hallway, carrying a bag of late supper. Without looking inside the room, he handed her the bag and said, "Here. Bye."

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