Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“You mean it? You’ll take some vacation time?”

It was like he never had any days off, at least that was what Blair thought. Maybe one or two vacations a year at most, she supposed. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Yeah.” Seeing the joy in her eyes, he nodded.

“Great! You don’t get much bang for your buck here. I’m thinking of ordering these six dishes and a soup. Think that’s enough?” Blair asked, showing Wesley what she had chosen on her phone.

Wesley looked at it and said, “Good. Let’s order those first. If we’re still not full we can order more.”

She placed their order, and the waiter came and collected the menus.

While Blair had just started drinking the water, Wesley’s phone tinkled. A new message on WeChat.

Reflexively, her gaze landed on his phone. Without picking it up from the table, he unlocked the screen to read the message.

The message was from someone named Crystal Sugar Heart.

“You had dinner yet?” the message read.

And that wasn’t the first message she’d ever sent him. Blair could see many other messages on his phone, Like “Good night!” “Good morning!”

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“Take care of yourself.” But Wesley seemed to have replied to very few of them. Blair was not sure about the other messages, but he hadn’t interacted with the ones she saw.

She put her glass down, and couldn’t help wondering who the mystery person was. Her gut told her it was a woman. ‘That’s quite a few messages. Did she text him every day?”

Blair couldn’t even remember the last time she texted him. Come to think about it, she always contacted him for a reason. She never said good night or good morning to him, much less tell him to take care of himself.

She felt like a loser after having that thought. She wanted to be with this guy, but she hadn’t shown much concern for him. She knew his job was dangerous, but she never asked him if he was alright after work.

Now even she herself couldn’t believe she was Like that. How could she expect Wesley to believe that she Loved him? Guilt overwhelmed her. She felt like weeping. She took a drink to try and cover her emotions.

Holding a glass of water, she stared at his phone, motionless, her mind elsewhere. Wesley noticed the change in her mood. ‘Her eyes are red and glassy from tears, ‘ he realized.

He was curious what was going on, so he followed her gaze and Looked at his phone. The screen was displaying the records of the conversations between him and Crystal Sugar Heart.

Wesley’s heart tightened. He cleared his throat and said, “Blair.”

She didn’t respond, barely moving.

“Earth to Blair,” he called again.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m here!” She came to her senses. Her heart was aching, but she tried her best not to show what she was feeling. She set the glass of water back on the table and looked at him with wide eyes.

Wesley was amused by her reaction, tilting his head to smile secretly.

Then he began, pointing at his phone, “I don’t know her. She was a hostage I saved in a mission.”

“What?” Blair blinked. ‘Is he trying to explain?’