Dreles. He had it cut into a diamond ring and sent it to her.

Since

Neither the gift box nor the card bore his signature. Just the mission was classified, he couldn't do more.

He believed she would know it was him.

"No, I don't," Blair said, pulling out a tissue to wipe her eyes

After a moment's silence, Wesley asked, “Then what do you want?" He would give her anything.

“Why did you say you were my husband?" she said, choking on the words.

He could tell she was crying. He wondered why.

“I wanted everybody to know you were married so no one at your office would hit on you."

“But you don't Like me. And now you scared everyone else away. Do you want me to be single and alone all my life?" Blair huffed.

“You won't be." She was already married. She just didn't know it yet.

“Let's cut to the chase. Why did you buy me those presents?"

"I miss you."

Blair suddenly laughed.

“Cut it out. I won't fall for that again.”

"I never lie."

Blair was silent. That was right. He didn't lie, at least to her.

“I have to go soon. I just wanted to tell you that you came on to me first, and you're stuck with me forever. Wait for me," he said.

Blair clenched her teeth.

"No. I have a date tomorrow!"

"A date? With who?"

“None of your business! Everyone at work thinks I'm hot." Usually, her male coworkers were lined up outside the office, wanting to drive her home. But not today. They heard she was married and off-limits.

The young translator was actually relieved. It saved her a lot of trouble turning them down.

"Don't make me angry, Blair. You wouldn't Like me when I'm angry," he warned. Blair knew what he meant.

“I'm already in tears," she retorted stubbornly, ignoring the implication of his words.