Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chapter 654 Why Blame Him

"Blair..." Wesley's voice was hoarse, still clearly heard in the quiet ward.

Blair was busy entering the password to her laptop. She paused and wondered if she was hearing things. Was Wesley calling her name?

As if knowing what was on her mind, he croaked her name again. "Blair..."

It was Wesley! She stood up from her chair abruptly, almost knocking it over, and rushed to his bedside. When her eyes met his, Blair was thrilled. "You...you're awake!" she exclaimed.

"Mmm hmm." He was as taciturn as usual.

Blair immediately pressed the nurse-call button. Seconds after she did this, the attending doctor was in the ward to give him a thorough check-up. While the doctor was checking on Wesley, she called Cecelia, who stayed in her and Wesley's apartment. She needed to hear the good news. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

After the exam, the doctor said that Wesley was out of danger. All he needed was to have enough rest and eat some nutritious food.

The news that Wesley had woken up got out. He had more visitors now than when he'd been in a coma.

Whenever people came to his bedside, Blair would remain quiet, busy taking care of Wesley as if she were a nurse.

And when Cecelia came to take care of Wesley so that Blair could get some rest, Blair would leave the hospital. Wesley didn't have a chance to say a word to her.

Every day, Wesley's ward was overcrowded with flowers, fruits, supplements and various kinds of gifts. They ran out of room on the tables, and things were now being stacked on chairs or even on the floor.

There were far too many well-wishers, too. He found dealing with these people really exhausting.

Three days later, he finally put his foot down and told his friends to stop coming to visit. He was happy when he did that—he finally got some peace and quiet, and was able to rest as per doctor's orders.

More importantly, he finally got the chance to talk to Blair. She was sitting at the bedside, peeling an apple. "Blair..." he ventured.

"Huh?" Blair paused, holding the knife to the apple, but didn't raise her head.

"Why do you..." He stopped mid-sentence.

It was really rare for him to behave like this. Blair waited for a bit, but didn't hear anything more, so she raised her eyes to look at him. "What?"

"Why do you never complain?" He had already learned from his mom that Blair had been taking care of him the whole time. When people came to visit him, she would hide. If she couldn't hide, then she'd just act like a nurse, keeping quiet and taking care of his needs.

"Why should I complain?" She lowered her head to keep on peeling the apple.

Before he could say something, she added, "I'm not your girlfriend. So why should I complain? But don't worry. I'll take care of you. It's the least I can do after you saved my life."

'So this is just to repay me? Not because she cares? Maybe I misread things, '

Wesley thought. He could vaguely sense that she wasn't happy. She kept her calm, betraying no emotion on her face, but somehow he knew she was angry. In the past, she always had a sweet smile for him.

But now, she was expressionless. Since he had opened his eyes, she hadn't smiled once.

After peeling the apple, she de-cored it, and cut it into wedges. After that, she put the slices on a plate and placed it on the bed table before him.

Wesley looked at the apple and then asked, "Why not blame me?" 'She probably knows that I got injured for Megan. And she hates Megan a lot, ' he thought.

Blair found Wesley really hilarious. "Why should I blame you?" 'Now he's being silly. Blame him? For what?

Megan's parents died saving Carlos and Wesley. He needs a way to repay that debt, ' she thought.

She knew she was mad at him, and she knew the reason why she was mad. But she didn't want to admit it.

The truth was, she was jealous.

He would give his life for Megan.

'Would he do the same for me?' she thought.

Wesley caught a glimpse of sadness in her eyes and held her hand in his. "We kicked everyone's ass. No more bandits. Megan's safe now," he said.

Blair looked at his hand and asked, "So?"

"I won't have to do this again." Actually, it was not completely for Megan's sake. Even if she weren't involved, he would still take on those thugs. He was a soldier, after all.

'So he knows he got hurt for Megan.' Jealousy flooded her heart.

"Oh really? So you took out the bad guys, but what if she pisses somebody else off? You'll have to protect her, right? After all, she's your responsibility," she said bitterly. It was not that she was telling

him to leave Megan to her own devices. But she really felt bad for Wesley and Carlos. The two of them had risked their lives to protect Megan, but the bitch didn't appreciate it at all. She even started bragging about it to ruin her relationship with Wesley.

Wesley couldn't retort because she was right. Protecting Megan was his responsibility.

Blair was in no mood to talk to him anymore and pulled her hand back. "Enjoy the apple. Now that you're fine, I'll go back to work." She walked back to her laptop and began to pack her stuff.

The next day, Blair didn't come to the hospital. Cecelia, on the other hand, brought a thermos with her and opened it before Wesley, treating it as if it had her most precious belongings. "Blair made this soup. I've already had some at home, and it's delicious. Try some."

Wesley didn't turn her down. It did smell amazing.

While he ate the soup, Cecelia couldn't hold it in anymore and said, "Actually... Blair made the soup for you." Blair told her not to tell Wesley that. But Cecelia thought that he should know what Blair did for him.

Wesley paused for a while and nodded, "Okay." Then he continued to eat the soup.

'Ugh! This man is impossible, ' she thought to herself, anxious and annoyed. "I like Blair a lot. If you keep acting like this and she leaves you one day, I swear I'll disown you! And don't think you can find just anyone. I used to think that as long as you were going to get married, that was fine. But not anymore. It has to be Blair!"

Wesley's face twitched at his mother's words. He simply nodded, indicating that he got it. Actually, he had made up his mind that he would not get married.

If he had to, then he'd marry Blair. That made perfect sense to him.

Carlos had also been seriously injured, but his condition was better than Wesley's. While Wesley was still lying in bed because of his injured leg, Carlos showed up in his ward with a pale face.

Damon and Curtis followed behind him.

Damon scanned the ward and asked curiously, "Where's your little girlfriend?"

"What are you talking about?" Wesley rolled his eyes at him.

Damon nodded, "All right. Fine. Where's Blair? She took care of you while you were unconscious. Where is she?" Damon had visited Wesley a few times when he was still in a coma, and saw Blair taking care of him every time.

"She's working," Wesley simply answered. He looked out the window, wondering if the foreign guy was still hitting on her.