Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 665

"Wesley," Blair said.

"Yeah?" Wesley was texting someone. When he heard her, he put away his phone and walked over to her. "What's the matter? You in pain?" he asked.

Blair shook her head. "No, not anymore. I'm fine now. Why don't you go to work?"

"I'm out on leave. Are you thirsty?"

asked Wesley. Blair nodded. Wesley held the water glass for her, tipping it to her lips. Blair sipped at it. After a bit she cupped the water glass and told him she'd had her fill.

Blair was upset. As time went by, guilt and anxiety gnawed at her heart. Wesley was doing everything he could for her. He even asked for leave so he could stay at the hospital. All this because he was told that she was sick and dying. And he believed it. It was really a ruse to get her and Wesley together. What if he got behind at work? What if he was needed on base? Blair felt really bad. Soldiering was his life. She had to try and persuade him somehow. "How about this? I'll call if I need you."

Wesley put the glass on the table and announced, "I'm not going anywhere. Get some rest."

His tone had a finality to it. There was no room for argument.

After helping her lie down, he sat on the edge of the bed. The anxious look on her face aroused his suspicion.

'Something is off, ' he said to himself. Blair was too nervous to look him in the eye.

The next morning, Orion came by. It had been only a few days since his last visit. When he got to the ward, Wesley had gone to buy breakfast for Blair.

The soldier came back with a bag of takeout just as Orion walked out of the restroom. The latter had a basin of warm water with a towel draped over his shoulder.

The look in Wesley's eyes was coated with gloom. The two men exchanged perfunctory greetings, and Orion immediately turned to Blair. "Don't worry. I'm just cleaning your face. You're not supposed to get your bandages wet—doctor's orders. So I'll do it for you," he persuaded.

Wesley fumed. He used to be the one who helped Blair with these things. Now another guy took his place. There was no way he would stand for that.

Orion dipped the towel in the water without waiting for an answer.

Blair looked at Wesley's stony face, feeling embarrassed she couldn't turn Orion down.

The blond man had the towel mere millimeters from her face when Wesley grabbed Orion's arm. "I'll do it," Wesley said.

The two men's eyes met. It was a silent war between the two, a war of wills, with angry looks being their only weapons. "I can do it," Orion responded, trying to wrench free of Wesley's grip.

Wesley's face darkened. "I'm her boyfriend. I should do it," he declared.

'Her boyfriend?' 'My boyfriend?' Both Orion and Blair were astonished to hear it.

Well, to Blair, it was a delightful surprise, of course. Wesley hadn't answered her when she asked him out before.

Orion turned to her. Dejection was written all over his face. "Blair, is that true? He's your boyfriend?"

Blair looked at him, not sure how to respond to that. Wesley had never made it clear.

Orion's feelings were the last thing Wesley cared about. He snatched the towel from Orion's hand, put it back into the water and began rubbing it. "Blair has just agreed to be my girlfriend. She's too shy to tell anyone. I've seen every part of her body. I'm her boyfriend, and you're her boss. I should be the one to bathe her," he emphasized.

Orion patted his own cheeks. He must be dreaming.