Seeing that he was unable to change Wesley's mind, the old man had no choice but to give in. After all, he was proud of Wesley.

"You win." He threw up his hands in a helpless gesture, his voice tired.

“As long as you sign the document and agree to get transferred to Dreles, I'll sign your marriage application forms. Now, go fetch your document."

Wesley saluted to express his gratitude and left the office to fetch the document. He soon returned with the transfer agreement. While

Wesley signed it, the old man did the same on the marriage application forms.

After all the procedures, Wesley got the marriage licenses the next morning.

He couldn't help the need to share the good news with Blair, but she was still at work. He had to find something else to do to kill the time.

By the time Wesley headed home, it was about 8 o'clock in the evening, a silver moon high in the sky. When he opened the door, Blair, who was packing her stuff in the walk-in closet, paused for a while before continuing on. He eased the envelope with the marriage licenses in it from his pocket, a nervous flutter in his belly

After a deep breath, Wesley walked in and reached out to Blair, the envelope in his hand.

“Take a look!" he smiled.

Blair paused, but she didn't say anything, nor did she take the envelope. She returned to folding her clothes.

A bit anxious, Wesley grabbed her wrist.

“Look at it!"

Blair looked at him, her eyes full of sarcasm.

"A shameless woman Like me doesn't deserve to look at your stuff."

Wesley hung his head, her words stinging him.

“I'm sorry for what I said." He'd been mad at her for drugging him, and had allowed his anger to get the best of him, which led to a slip of the tongue. A slip he wished he could take back. But words were like arrows, and once fired, they could not be called back.

Blair, of course, would not forgive him that easily. Glaring at him, she snorted. Then she grabbed the envelope, shook off his hand, walked to her door, and threw the envelope out of her bedroom. She pointed at the Living room, voice like ice.

"Get out!"

Wesley's face darkened.

His mood became black, dampening the joy, the earlier excitement, and the dreamy occasion he had envisioned.

“Wesley, I don't want to see your face right now. You may leave,"

Blair added coldly.

Wesley didn't move.

Blair took a deep breath before going back to the walk-in closet to continue packing her stuff.