Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 663

Hartwell rolled his eyes at Blair. "That's because I've never been laid up in the hospital like you."

Blair retorted, "Humph! It is what it is."

Hartwell frowned. "How'd it happen, anyway? Wasn't Wesley supposed to be protecting you?"

"Nothing he could have done. Someone handed me a micro-SD card. Some guys were after it. They knew Wesley was in the hospital, so they figured they could do what they wanted." Blair never blamed Wesley for what happened. In fact, she was grateful to him—he saved her again.

She still remembered how, surrounded by a dozen armed gangsters, Wesley had insisted the leader carry her out. And the man walked into an ambush set up by the soldier.

"So, you're defending him now? I can't say anything bad about him? Let me remind you, young lady, you're not dating him. He won't even admit you're his girlfriend." Hartwell got mad every time he thought of it.

Blair shrugged. "Not his fault either. I just have to be more persistent."

"Stop defending him! Wise up! There are so many fish in the sea. Why him? Can't you live without him?" Hartwell was deeply disappointed.

Sensing his anger, Joslyn wasn't happy. She glared at him. "Hartwell! What is wrong with you? Blair is hurt. Quit stressing her out."

Hartwell made no retorts.

Blair touched Joslyn's hand and said quietly, "It's okay. I know he means well. You should chill too. Stress is bad for the baby."

"I'm not mad. I guess I was pretty easy to date, so he doesn't know what it's like. I should have played hard to get. Then he'd have a better idea of what you're going through. He wouldn't talk to you like that." Joslyn rolled her eyes at Hartwell.

Hartwell didn't say a word.

Blair was amused by Joslyn's reactions. "Pah! You were so infatuated with him. Someone was so excited after they were asked out that they couldn't get to sleep. I wonder who that was."

Joslyn blushed. She rolled her eyes at Blair and chastised, "Whose side are you on? Keep going on like that, I'll stop feeding you."

"I'm sorry, Mommy Joslyn. I'm hungry. Feed me, please."

"Mommy Joslyn? That's it. Starve for all I care."

"What? Don't. I was wrong. Come on, Mrs. Ji, my sweet dear cousin-in-law. You're the best."

"Humph! That's better."

Listening to the two women banter back and forth, Hartwell smiled.

In the afternoon, Cecelia's plane touched down in the city. Her heart ached when she saw Blair's hands and feet all bandaged. "You poor thing, it must hurt a lot. Wesley was too kind to those thugs."

Blair smiled and comforted her, "It's fine, Aunt Cecelia. You know Wesley kicked their asses and then tossed 'em in jail."

But Cecelia wasn't done. "Look at you. You're so thin. What was Wesley thinking? I'm calling him right now to give him a piece of my mind."

Unwilling to let Wesley take the blame, Blair explained at once, "Hey, calm down. He actually took really good care of me. It's just that I'm still recovering. So's my appetite."

When she heard that, Cecelia immediately called a cook she knew in the city and asked him to make some soup for Blair and bring it right to the hospital.

Then she held Blair's hand and complained, "What's up with you and Wesley? When are you going to ask him out? I want a grandson! Blair, think about me. If— Wait, I probably need to talk to Wesley, huh?"