“Now you know me." Wesley shifted his gaze back to her.

Blair was left speechless.

The well-dressed man was from a rich family. If it were any other guy, the man would have stepped up to defend his lady's honor. But this was

Wesley. Well-connected, well-respected. He just figured it wasn't a good idea to cross him. Looking at the rank on Wesley's uniform, the well-dressed man instantly broke free of Blair's arm and said, “Blair,

I should take off. Goodbye."

"No, wait. Stay, please..."

Blair called out to stop the man. But he fled as quickly as he could.

When the well-dressed man was out of sight, Blair smoothed her hair and pulled a long face.

She ignored Wesley and walked in the other direction.

Wesley stretched out his arm to stop her and stuffed the box of flowers in her arms.

"Blair, I'm back. First thing I did was come and report to you.”

“I bought you the red roses you Like.

I'LL give you everything you want from now on.*

Just those few words from Wesley were enough to open her floodgates.

Blair had wanted to play it cool, but frustrated, she began to sob.

"You coming back.. has nothing to do with me. I'm not your leader; you don't need to report to me."

Deep down, her heart was stirred by the serious look on his face. He looked even more charming now.

He was so handsome that she almost forgot the scars he had left in her heart. It's said that in a love-hate relationship, even if the couple torture each other a thousand times, they would still treat each other as their first Love-their one true love.

Wesley was her first Love. She had been in Love with the man for almost a decade.

Ignoring the curious gazes from the passers-by, Wesley pulled the woman into his arms, staring at her Lovingly.

"I want to have a child."

Blair was caught by surprise at his unexpected words, and her face blushed a crimson red. She pretended to not understand his words and said, “Then go to Patty or Stella. You can't possibly have a baby by staying here."

‘I know Patty. But who the hell is Stella?’ he wondered. But that was not the point. He said firmly, “I meant, with you. I want to have a child with you. Blair, come back home with me." He was going to show her their marriage licenses at home. A wedding was on his mind.

‘Home?' That was such a beautiful word. Blair clutched at the corner of his suit, holding back her tears. She had to stay strong.

"No, it's too late. Let go of me. I have a boyfriend now.”