Blair smiled.

“I'm not gonna quit, though. I'm young, so there's lots of time to win his love. He has a thing for me. I know it! You know what they say, ‘Even a rose can grow through concrete.‘ I'll melt his cold heart. I'll win. I have to."

If Wesley really didn't have a shred of love for her, Blair wouldn't bother him anymore. But she could see that he cared about her. She wouldn't give up so easily.

“You're Lucky that his family is on your side. Just keep them happy and your chances will be better," Joslyn suggested.

“I think so. I've tried to make the Leonard family like me. You know what? Sometimes I think if Wesley's grandpa forces us into a shotgun wedding, I'd still say yes! I love that stubborn soldier. I want to stay by his side forever! He doesn't love anyone else. But I don't think his grandpa Likes me enough to force the issue. At least, not now. I have to try harder." Every time Blair was around Joslyn, she couldn't help but pour her heart out, sharing almost every secret.

Joslyn had always been very supportive of Blair. She wanted her friend to pursue her one true love, but she was not a fan of her going to the extremes. She Looked at her friend with sympathy in her eyes and tried to persuade her, “Bless, don't be silly. You can't marry him if he is only coerced by his grandpa! You have a lot of options. He's not the only man there is."

Blair sighed.

"But he's the only one I want for the rest of my life. I once told Wesley I was done loving him. Look at me now, Joslyn. I can't quit him. That same night I told him I was done with him, I saw him only wearing a bath towel. I immediately regretted the thing I told him." Being a soldier, Wesley's body was not surprisingly in a good shape. Blair almost drooled at the thought of his chiseled abs, as if gods sculpted it themselves.

Joslyn found amusement in her best friend's words.

"So, you like him

‘cause of his bod?"

"Well, duh’ been treating me nicely. The only catch is that he's unwilling to make me his girlfriend." She let out a sigh of defeat.

Blair admitted.

"We live under the same roof, and he's

“He cares so much for you and he keeps you around him, but he is unwilling to make you his girlfriend. I think Wesley is a giant weasel!" Joslyn spat, quite more angrily than she had intended.

Blair was not a fan of how her friend was talking shit about Wesley.

“Please don't speak ill of him. He's made everything between us clear.

He drew the line. It's me who keeps on pestering him."

“Tsk, tsk. Listen to what you're saying. Why are you defending him?

Technically, I'm not speaking ill of him because everything I said is true," Joslyn retorted.

Blair's face turned red.

“Excuse me, it is not! We are on good terms.

If for some kind of miracle, I find another man in the future, and

Wesley and I go our separate ways, only then you can talk shit about him."

“Okay, Blair. I hear you. Let's just drop it, okay? By the way, you should stay here tonight! We haven't had a night together in such a long time," Joslyn suggested.