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Chapter 270 Let's Get A Hotel Room novel Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife
"No way!" Wesley glared at Damon, bearing his anger. In his mind, he cursed Carlos, 'Carlos Huo, I'm so disappointed in you. Aren't you well known as a cold and overbearing CEO? How can you surrender to a woman so easily? You're too weak! Now I lost my bet because of you!'
That blunt reply got on Damon's nerves. He snapped in a displeased tone, "Wesley Li, are you a man or not?"
Stone-faced, Wesley squinted at Damon and teased, "Am I a man or not? You want to check it for yourself?" Then he dropped the F word, in such a casual way, you'd think he was a crackhead from the backstreets.
A chuckle rang in the corridor all of a sudden. But obviously, it was not Damon who had let out this chirpy chuckle.
'Who's that laughing?'
In confusion, the two of them simultaneously turned and looked towards the elevator, where the chuckle had come from. There stood near the elevator was a woman, staring at them with a smiling face that indicated she had stood there for some time, watching them argue. 'Holy cow!' Wesley cursed when he realized it was Blair. "When did you sneak up on us?"
Earlier, they had reached the hospital together and then separated, each one to their own businesses. Wesley had come to visit Carlos while Blair had come to visit her friend. She said there was something she wanted to pick from the friend. They'd agreed to meet later on, and Wesley would drive her back home.
It only happened that Blair didn't take long at her friend's place. Since she had a lot of time on her hands, she had done a little window shopping on the street nearby the hospital and gone to a cafe for coffee until it was time to come here as agreed. For a few minutes, she had tried to wait outside, but it was a little too cold. So she decided to come in and head upstairs where she knew he was. But the moment she stepped out of the elevator, she had accidentally overheard an improper talk that was going on between these two men. Stealthily, she had sneaked up on them, until she couldn't move anymore, without being noticed. She had leaned against the wall only a minute before Wesley snapped with the profanity that made her chuckle. But immediately she had realized it was a crude remark that wasn't funny at all.
Now seeing Blair covering her mouth, as if she was undecided between amusement and anger at his tasteless language, Wesley asked with a dark face, "Is it funny?"
To which Blair retorted, "It's more thoughtless than funny, if that's what you thought. Such a flat joke, unless the two of you are used to such language from the gutter." Trying her hardest to maintain a calm face, she added, "I never knew... Colonel Li, you have homosexual tendency..."
Damon who had stood and watched her reaction quietly now spoke, taking the chance to throw in wisecrack. In a mock gesture of flirting, he echoed Blair's retort by holding Wesley's shoulders and winking suggestively. "Wesley, let's get a hotel room now."
Unable to hold back her laughter, she laughed and shot back, "Oh, now, that's funny!" Then she noticed Wesley's deadpan face and angry glare. But she didn't care and looked him straight in the eye, as she kept laughing loudly.
Awkward, Wesley softly kicked Damon in the shins and spat coldly, "Get your dirty fingers off my shoulders. I'll be at the barracks later. See me at the camp if you want my pistol!" Then he made two quick steps to Blair, grabbed her by the arm and left straight away.
When Blair saw the direction which he was dragging her towards, she stammered something in surprise and protested at once. "Hey, I need to take the elevator!" she excused herself. 'Is Wesley serious that we are taking the staircase, from right here on the 18th floor!? Jeez! Doesn't he even care that I've been up and down the whole day?' she thought.
However, ignoring her protest, Wesley dragged her all the way to the exit. Blair still struggled, trying to break free, only for him to tighten his grip around her wrist.
After descending one floor, Blair clutched the railing of the staircase tightly and refused to go on foot anymore. "I'm not feeling well. You take the stairs and I will take an elevator."
Wesley turned around, staring at the complaining woman. "You've just walked a short flight of stairs, but you're already exhausted. Obviously, you're in lack of exercises!"
Unconvinced, she retorted, "I'm not planning to join the armed forces. I'm not under some obligation to guard our country or anything like that. Why should my physical form be a bother to anyone?"
But in a firm voice, he replied, "If you're out of shape, what pleasure do you think your future husband will derive from a woman who can't even satisfy his sexual needs? Can't you see that I'm only doing your marriage a favor?"
Blair was lost for words. Although she was still young, she could easily understand the subtext of his words. She blushed red all over her face. But after a few seconds, when she realized something, her face went pale, and her eyes became red with tears. Bearing the pain in her heart, she continued to walk down the stairs in silence.
As Wesley watched her, he easily noticed her mood swing. Biting his lower lip in remorse, he picked up his pace in an attempt to grab hold of her wrist.
But she shook off his hand at once.
Determined to hold her close by his side, he grabbed her hand again.
Jerking his hand off, she told him off, in a low and stern voice, "I don't need your help. I can walk on my own."
Now defeated, Wesley sighed helplessly.
Slowing down a bit, he silently followed her. After descending a few floors, he suddenly quickened his steps and stopped in her way. Eager to appease her, he squatted down and requested, "Climb up my back."
Still unimpressed, she briefly looked at his broad shoulders and sidestepped him, cursing under her breath. "No, thanks," she politely declined, trying to act nonchalant.
Deep inside, though, she was breathing fire as she walked around him and kept on going down the staircase.
Not ready to give up the fight that easily, Wesley had a new idea. Just as she was turning the second corner after she had turned down his overtures, he suddenly ran over, lifted her up and carried her over his shoulder, running down the next flight of stairs.
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