Damn! Wesley understands English; so did he hear what Orion and I were talking about?' Blair wondered inwardly.

Orion saw the man too. Like an elephant seeing an old foe, he immediately recognized him as the person who had all but carried Blair away from the pub last time. He took a couple of steps towards Blair and asked under his breath, "Is that him? Is he that ‘one’ person in your heart?"

Without turning her head around, she nodded and replied in a confident and decisive tone, "Yes, that's him. I'll be his girlfriend sooner or later, Orion."

Orion fell silent upon hearing that powerful tone.

Blair herself seemed uninterested in him now. Holding the bouquet of lilies, she walked up to Wesley.

"You finished your work?"

Wesley put out the cigarette and threw a fleeting glance at the flowers she was holding in her hands.

“Mmm hmm. Get in the car." He was his usual tacit self, wasting no words and conveying everything shortly

"Yes." They walked towards the passenger door. Orion clearly saw it with his own eyes that without seemingly any effort at all, Wesley naturally carried her into the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. Then, the soldier walked around the front of the vehicle at a crisp trot and got into the driver's seat. The next moment, the car rolled into the traffic.

Once they were safely clear of the building, Blair glanced at the lilies, lost in some thought. A moment later, she told Wesley tentatively, "Orion is pursuing me."

"I can see that," Wesley responded calmly, though his eyes fluttered towards the flower for just a second.

She continued, "I mean we were good friends. But suddenly, he started giving me flowers, and today, he gave me a car! He told me that he will give me everything I want. I'm a bit moved.”

“Moved?"

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"Hmm." The tone remained flat.

Blair began asking his opinion after that.

“Wesley, do you think I should accept his love? Should I marry him and settle down in England with him? I mean, he treats me well, and we sometimes have fun. His mom treats me well too. They helped me a Lot when I was in England..." Her voice trailed off. It dawned on her that she was especially popular with the elders. It was amusing to think that someone as young as her was stealing the hearts of older people.

Wesley, being the careful driver he was, didn't choose to answer her question until they had stopped at a traffic light. Glancing at the flowers in her arms, he then said slowly, “A criminal psychology teacher once told me: the more enthusiastically a boy pursues a girl, the more aggressively he will hurt her at the time of the breakup.

So..." He paused meaningfully and looked her straight in the eye.

“I can't make your decisions for you. I can only tell you that you shouldn't lose your head or yourself. Never put your guard down. And always be cautious." This was perhaps the longest he had spoken to her at a stretch recently, and each of his words was specially stressed on.

Blair didn't know how to respond to this outpour. Surely, he was exaggerating, wasn't he?

The car fell silent once again. When they stopped at the next intersection, Wesley broke the silence once more.

“You turned down the job I recommended you for. I think now I know why. Am I correct in thinking that you had a backup plan from the very beginning? Was his company your backup job opportunity?"

He sounded calm, refraining from betraying any emotions like he always did. She shook her head.

"No. When I resigned from the Jameson Group, I had no idea that Orion had opened a branch of his company here. It surprised me too."