“Ahem... No, he didn't get me. Just my top. It was an expensive one too, dammit. I'm at the cineplex right now. Theater 4. So if you have something I could borrow "Yeah, I think I have just the one.

Remember that blue one you liked so much?" Joslyn said.

“I'll give it to the nanny and she can take it to you." After that, they said their goodbyes and hung up.

Blair put her phone away and tried not to look at Wesley. He was glaring at the screen, but could hardly bring himself to watch the movie. He seemed to have a fit of the sulks. And why not? There were worse things than being called a dog, but he didn't like it regardless.

Neither of them said a word.

Countless questions flooded Blair's mind. ‘Why isn’t he saying anything? What's on his mind? Has he finally given up?’

Joslyn decided she'd come herself, and left her kid with the nanny. The more she thought about it, the more worried she got. When she opened the door to the theater and saw Wesley, and Blair wearing a guy's shirt, she figured out what was going on.

"Bitten by a dog? Wesley was the dog!'

Joslyn thought to herself. She greeted him politely and sat down next to Blair. Not too long ago, she would have gotten into it with Wesley.

But seeing that Blair's eyes were red and swollen and the two of them were sitting in different rows, she decided to help her friend first.

She handed Blair the blouse.

“There are cameras here. The Ladies’ room is probably better."

‘Cameras?' Blair Looked around in disbelief and then saw several boxes placed around the theater with blinking red dots. ‘So those are cameras. Did the cinema staff see everything?*

Blair took the blouse from her and walked toward the Ladies’ room with

Wesley's shirt on.

When Joslyn and Wesley were left alone in the theater, she leaned forward and whispered to him, “What happened? Why was she crying? Did you rip her top off? She's given you her heart, you know. She's done a lot for you, but you're always mean to her. You're such a jerk!”

Joslyn's heart ached when she thought of Blair's red and swollen eyes.

“I know." Wesley knew what Blair had done for him. Cecelia told him that Blair even tried to kill herself after she thought he was dead.

“You know? And you still made her sad?" Her voice was more normal now, rising past the volume of a stage whisper. She continued, “Ooh, tough guy. Do you know what she told me when she tried to break up with you?

Every day she woke up, deciding to break things off. But she couldn't do it. Whenever she thought about it, it was always her fault. She always thought she wasn't good enough for you.”

Silent misery flashed across Wesley's eyes when he heard what Joslyn said. She saw it, too. She took a deep breath and said, "She was always talking about how nice you were. You even saved her life a couple times. When you two lived under the same roof, you were a great guy.”

She was talking a mile a minute now. She was going to give Wesley a piece of her mind.

"One last thing. You're finally done with that mission. Now you're more than thirty years old. And Blair's almost twenty-seven. It's time for you two to tie the knot. If you're not going to marry her, then at least—"

“We're already married," Wesley interrupted her.

“What?" Joslyn thought she must have misheard him, and leaned closer to