Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 747

Wesley gently wiped away the tears on Blair's face and asked the therapist, "How is she?"

Dr. Xue smiled. "She was unhappy because of her past, and she kept all that bottled up. Now she admitted it, she'll be fine. She just needs some rest."

"So what's the prognosis?"

"Don't worry. She's going through a lot right now, and probably needs some time to process it. Take her outdoors as much as you can to help her forget those things. Then she will be fine."

"But..." There was still one thing baffling Wesley. "If she loves me so much, why does she keep trying to leave?"

"You'd have to ask her. She's probably mad at you for something. Whether she'll tell you is beyond my pay grade. It could also be for some other reason. Whatever it was, it's on you. I could get her to talk about the bad memories, but I can't guarantee she won't try to run off. If I were you, I'd have a heart-to-heart with her."

Wesley scooped Blair up and said to the doctor, "Probably a good idea."

"Take her home. She doesn't need any medicine. But watch her. And get her out in the open air. Don't keep her cooped up."

"Okay. Thank you, doctor."

"Don't mention it. I'll have my assistant print out discharge papers."

Blair slept for quite a few hours after they got home. She had a dream, where she was with her parents, the Ji family, and Wesley. It seemed like several days passed in the dream.

In that dream, she brought Wesley home. Her parents were very happy to meet him and even urged them to have a baby ASAP, so they could be grandparents.

The next morning, she got up quite early. When Wesley woke up and turned his head to look for her, she wasn't in bed.

He was so worried he didn't bother dressing before he donned his slippers hurriedly and ran out of the bedroom, shouting, "Blair! Blair!"

He stopped when he saw her in the kitchen. She was busy making breakfast.

She was making omelets, with the range hood on. Hearing him calling her, she smiled, spatula in hand. "Hey! You're awake. I'm making breakfast. It will be ready in a bit."

The mischievous smile she gave him was reassuring. The old Blair was back. The girl he met a few years ago.

He nodded and asked with caution, "Feeling okay?"

Blair blinked. "Of course."

He let out of a sigh of relief. "Good. I'm going to grab a shower."

"Don't be too long, or I might take your portion," she warned.

"No problem. Then I'll have you for breakfast. Even better."

Blair blushed. Then an unfamiliar smell hit her nose. "Ah! Shoot! My omelet burned! It's your fault. You distracted me! Boo...hoo..."

Seeing that she could smile, joke and cry, Wesley was finally convinced that she was fine, and was relieved.

After breakfast, Blair wanted to go out and find a job, but Wesley stopped her. "I wouldn't do that. You'll miss the trip."

"Trip? Where are we going?"

"Don't know yet. Where do you want to go?" Wesley asked.

"I don't know. Anywhere I haven't been, I guess." She'd enjoy the scenery anywhere, as long as he was by her side.

"I'll tell you when I've decided." Wesley started clearing the table.

"Okay."

That evening, Wesley went out and Blair stayed home, preferring to read.

When he got back, she was about to go to bed. Hearing Wesley open the door, she craned her neck and said, "You're back!"

"Yeah." Wesley lowered his head to change into his slippers.

Blair walked over. "Where did you go? Figure out where we're vacationing yet?" She couldn't wait.