Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 779

Blair turned around and walked towards her son. But Wesley grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her into his arms. "Don't be mad. I was just teasing you. How about we go on a date tonight? I'll ask Mom to take care of Gifford."

She paused and met her son's curious gaze on them. The little boy was staring at his parents hugging each other. Blushing, she said, "How about we take him with us?"

Wesley refused without thinking twice. "No way. This will be our first date after you woke up. I don't want a third wheel."

"But don't you think he wishes to have fun with his dad and mom? He will feel miserable if we leave him behind." Blair didn't have the heart to leave their son behind at home while they enjoyed alone.

"Miserable? You're so wrong. He lives in comfort every day, with his grandmother spoiling him all the time; he eats only whatever he likes and plays as much as he wishes. I think he would be on cloud nine without me around him."

Blair burst out laughing. She leaned into his arms, as she watched the little boy play with his toys. "Listen to yourself. You make it sound like our son is a little tyrant who enjoys comforts and luxuries."

"Anyway, he's nothing like me. He's very picky about food too. We must correct his bad habits at a young age."

Blair sighed. The poor baby had been treated like a soldier ever since he was born. Wesley just couldn't let go of any chance he got to train the little boy.

Night fell very soon. Blair was doing her make-up in the bedroom when she heard a knock on the door. The maid's voice came from the other side. "Mrs. Li, Mr. Li is waiting for you at the gate."

"Got it. Thank you." Blair put down the eyebrow pencil, grabbed her coat and walked out.

Wesley was leaning against the car door, waiting patiently for his beloved.

When Blair saw the dashing man, she picked up her pace and ran towards him.

Wesley's expression changed abruptly. He hastily strode over and stretched out his arms to catch the running woman. When she was safe in his arms, he chided her in a worried tone, "You silly woman, why were you running? You're not well enough to run around yet. What if you trip over and fall?"

Standing on tiptoe, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked a kiss on his lips. She ignored his scolding and asked with a smile, "What are we having for dinner?"

He pinched the tip of her nose lovingly. With one hand on her waist, he opened the back door of his car and pulled out a bouquet of roses from the seat. "Didn't you say that you wanted to eat pork stomach and chicken soup?" he asked as he handed her the flowers.

Blair took the roses from him and breathed in the fragrance; it was a familiar scent.

After she had woken up, she got to know from Niles that Wesley had brought her a bouquet of fresh roses every day while she was in her coma.

Sometimes when he had to go on a mission, he would have someone change the flowers in the vase. Nothing stopped him.

"Stop buying these flowers. It's such a pity to throw them away every day." Blair sat in the passenger seat and repeated the words she had told him many times already.

As usual, Wesley smiled without giving her an answer.

She sighed, knowing that her words had fallen on deaf ears again.

Once he decided to do something, nothing could change his mind.

They went to a restaurant which served Chinese Hakka cuisine. The pork stomach and chicken soup was light-flavored—very suitable for Blair, who couldn't yet eat spicy foods.

Wesley ladled a bowl of creamy-white soup and blew it a few times before placing it in front of Blair. "It's still a bit hot. Be careful."

"Thanks."