True Love Waits novel Chapter 766

Blair coughed up more blood. Cecelia came to the park to look for her, and happened to see her lying in Wesley's arms, drenched in blood.

Cecelia screamed, and her legs went soft like noodles. She almost collapsed to the ground.

It took a while before she came to. Some of Wesley's men had treated her for shock. The first thing she did when she awoke was throw off the blankets they were keeping her warm with. She fumbled for her phone. With trembling hands, she dialed Baldwin's number. "Hu-hurry! Something happened! In the...park!" she stammered.

Blair felt so feeble. Her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. She was passing in and out of consciousness. Wesley and the soldiers tore their clothes to strips to use them as bandages to soak up the blood.

She was dying. But there was something she had to tell him. "Wesley, I'm sorry I said no to marriage. I love you. I never stopped—" Wesley couldn't listen to her anymore. His heart was torn to ribbons, all his dreams came crashing down. His blood felt like icewater. He held her tightly and kissed her.

The kiss tasted bloody. Blair didn't want him to kiss her like that, so she tried to push him away, but she was too weak to do anything.

When he let her go, both his mouth and face were covered with blood. "Where is the damn ambulance?" he shouted.

"Chief, I told them to hurry. They're stuck in traffic. They'll be here as soon as they can."

Blair slowly reached out a hand to caress Wesley's face. "Don't...don't be mad... If...if we meet in the next life, will you like me first?"

People said it was easier for a girl to chase a guy, rather than the reverse.

But why had it been so hard for her to chase him?

If he flirted with her in their next life, she'd say yes in a heartbeat. He was so handsome, masculine and capable. Girls were naturally drawn to him. He didn't talk much, embodying the strong, silent type. And yes, he had flaws. Big ones. Sometimes he could be a pain in the ass, but most of the time she thought him adorable.

He was her Wesley. Her beloved one.

"Quit talking like that! Fuck the next life—I want you in this one! You gotta live! I need to step up my boyfriend game. I'll bring you flowers every day, ask you out, and take you on trips. You can wear whatever bikini you like. I'll buy you oden and bubble tea. We'll go to the movies. I'll take you anywhere you want to go. You have a lot to live for. Keep your eyes open! If you sleep, I'll hunt you down in your dreams! Do you hear me?"

"Too much blood... So...sleepy...S-sorry..." She didn't want to die. There were so many things she wanted to do with him. She didn't want to leave him lonely, but she couldn't hang on.

"I won't let it happen! Listen! Keep your eyes open! I have blood. I'll give you a transfusion. If it's not enough, I have my men. They all can donate blood!"

Blair smiled. She knew he wasn't bluffing, but what were the odds they were compatible enough? They had to wait for the ambulance anyway. Transfusions were tricky. But she was happy. She met Wesley, and fallen in love with him, and he loved her back. What else could she wish for? Nothing more than him.

By the time the ambulance arrived, Blair had fainted. Before she closed her eyes, she told Wesley that if he had to choose between them, he should choose their son; otherwise, she couldn't go on living. And even if she did, she'd never forgive him.

In the hospital

The medical professionals wheeled the gurney straight into the operating room. She had lost too much blood and needed a transfusion. But the blood banks were at critical levels. Wesley's blood type wasn't a match.

He called his soldiers. Later, more than ten of them, who had the same blood type as Blair, came to the hospital to donate their blood.

Before the operation, the doctor came to Wesley with a surgery risk notice. He told Wesley what those risks were and asked him to sign the paper. Wesley hesitated.

Then a nurse walked out of the operating room and said urgently, "Mr. Li, it doesn't look good. If the mother and baby can't both live, what..."

"Save the mother first!" Wesley said before the nurse could finish her sentence. She might hate him, but she had to live.

With red eyes, Cecelia grabbed the nurse. "Please, please save the mother!"

The nurse nodded and then wrote something down on the clipboard she held. After she turned and walked back into the OR, Wesley read the notice again. He had brought many soldiers to this hospital before. Since their families weren't around, Wesley had signed the papers himself. He'd seen the form over and over. But he never hesitated like this.

Right now, looking at those familiar words, he was afraid.