Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 680

Seeing that he was unable to change Wesley's mind, General Zhao had no choice but to give in. After all, he was proud of Wesley. "You win." He threw up his hands in a helpless gesture, his voice tired. "As long as you sign the document and agree to get transferred to D City, I'll sign your marriage application forms. Now, go fetch your document."

Wesley saluted to express his gratitude and left the office to fetch the document. He soon returned with the transfer agreement. While Wesley signed it, the old man did the same on the marriage application forms.

After all the procedures, Wesley got the marriage licenses the next morning.

He couldn't help the need to share the good news with Blair, but she was still at work. He had to find something else to do to kill the time.

By the time Wesley headed home, it was about 8 o'clock in the evening, a silver moon high in the sky. When he opened the door, Blair, who was packing her stuff in the walk-in closet, paused for a while before continuing on. He eased the envelope with the marriage licenses in it from his pocket, a nervous flutter in his belly.

After a deep breath, Wesley walked in and reached out to Blair, the envelope in his hand. "Take a look!" he smiled.

Blair paused, but she didn't say anything, nor did she take the envelope. She returned to folding her clothes.

A bit anxious, Wesley grabbed her wrist. "Look at it!"

Blair looked at him, her eyes full of sarcasm. "A shameless woman like me doesn't deserve to look at your stuff."

Wesley hung his head, her words stinging him. "I'm sorry for what I said." He'd been mad at her for drugging him, and had allowed his anger to get the best of him, which led to a slip of the tongue. A slip he wished he could take back. But words were like arrows, and once fired, they could not be called back.

Blair, of course, would not forgive him that easily. Glaring at him, she snorted. Then she grabbed the envelope, shook off his hand, walked to her door, and threw the envelope out of her bedroom. She pointed at the living room, voice like ice. "Get out!"

Wesley's face darkened.

His mood became black, dampening the joy, the earlier excitement, and the dreamy occasion he had envisioned.

"Wesley Li, I don't want to see your face right now. You may leave," Blair added coldly.

Wesley didn't move.

Blair took a deep breath before going back to the walk-in closet to continue packing her stuff.

However, just as she was about to pick up a shirt, Wesley grabbed her hand, a helpless feeling running through him. "Blair, please, just look at the thing in the envelope."

"I said no!" Blair struggled.

Wesley pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

Her familiar fragrance reached Wesley's nose, and he unconsciously held her closer to him. The love bites on her neck reminded him of the crazy night they had.

A warm current coursed through his belly. He originally wanted to force her to take a look at the marriage licenses in the envelope, but now all he wanted to do was fuck her. The feel of her filled his mind, his every thought, and he felt himself grow hard.

Wesley's eyes were dark beads full of lust. Desire. Hunger. Blair suddenly had a bad feeling about it. His eyes reminded her of a wild predator about to pounce on its prey. She wanted to run away from him as far as she could. But it was already too late.

His Adam's apple bobbed. He lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips, which had been torturing him for the past few days.

He scooped her up, strode into the bedroom, and threw her onto the bed. Another crazy night ensued. A night full of love and lust, teasing and playing, soft touches and exploration, which turned into sucking and fucking and every position they could imagine. On the bed, the floor, against the wall, in the closet, at the window...No space or part of their bodies was left untouched.

When he woke groggily the next morning, Wesley took a moment to gather himself. He eased up and glanced at Blair, admiring the sleeping woman's beauty. Then, he got dressed, went into the living room, and picked up the envelope from the floor.

He took out the two marriage licenses from the envelope, a satisfied smile on his face.

Then he put the empty envelope on the table and tucked the licenses into his breast pocket.

He returned to Blair's room, planted a kiss on the sleeping woman's forehead, and left the apartment.

When he closed the door behind him, he looked at the door as if he could see through it.

Regret hung like a thick cloak.

Never had he been this regretful before.