Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 662

"Not until you tell me what it is," Blair said.

"You're kidding, right? You really don't know? You never did that with Miller?" Wesley asked. He remembered that she and Miller were together for quite a while, and figured they probably tried lots of sexual positions. His hand balled into a fist at the thought of it.

"Miller? What does he have to do with any of this? Why did you have to bring him up? Buzzkill!"

His hand which had been rubbing her lips grabbed her chin. "He ever let you..." And he leaned in close to whisper to her.

Blair got what he meant. That even though her hands were injured, she could use her mouth. Not only was he assuming she and Miller had sex, but was also asking for a blow job.

'Asshole!' Blair found his arm and bit into it.

Wesley didn't make a sound, but the sharp pain made him grit his teeth.

Blair let go. Her teeth weren't sharp enough to draw blood. She shoved his arm away and raged, "Get out!"

Touching the bite mark on his arm tenderly, Wesley asked calmly, "When did you turn into a dog?" She had bitten him more than once.

"I turned into you!" she stormed.

If she wasn't injured, she would have kicked him—hard. Maybe even punched him too.

Wesley was not happy, either. But he could only blame himself. It was his fault that Blair ended up with Miller. If he hadn't turned her down, she wouldn't have gotten engaged to that cheating scumbag.

He did have regrets. Every missed opportunity with Blair was a regret.

He took her into his arms ruefully, kissed her hair and apologized, "I'm sorry."

Blair thought he was apologizing for what he said to her. "Don't ever talk about that stuff," she snorted. She had never had sex with Miller. They never even shared a passionate kiss.

"I won't. Ever." He stroked her cheek. "Don't see Miller again."

Because of his apology, her anger vanished. What wafted in the air now was affection and romance. There never was a sweeter scent.

"That's easy. I don't even talk to him. He's out of my life." After Wesley had beaten up Miller, the family cut contact with her. And she was just fine with that.

"Good." Wesley wanted to kiss her, but he didn't. He thought of Orion, who had been trying to make ties with Blair, even coming to the hospital to take care of her, and it bugged him.

Stroking her hand, he offered, "You took care of me previously. Time for me to return the favor." Until she was totally healed.

"You don't need to. You're still recuperating. And your wound reopened in the fight. That must have hurt a lot." Her hand brushed across his body.

"No, it didn't hurt." He was used to all kinds of injuries. It was her he was worried about. She didn't have his training, his level of pain tolerance. She was probably in a lot of pain. And when he thought of that, he had a sobering thought. She was hurting because of him. Wesley felt guilty.

Blair fell asleep in his arms as the night wore on.

The next morning, when she woke up, Wesley wasn't there. But Hartwell and Joslyn were, sitting in the ward.

Joslyn was due next month. Hartwell had pawned off his workload onto his coworkers, so he could spend time with his wife and see his baby be born.

"Hartwell, Joslyn, when did you get here?" Blair asked. She turned to look out the window with bleary eyes. It was light out by now.