"Congratulations!" he said calmly.

She was too shocked to notice anything unusual about his tone. He didn't seem excited or surprised at all.

"Did Orion do this?" she muttered, her eyes still fixed on the messages

Wesley was disappointed. ‘I did everything and Orion gets all the credit. *

He took a new outfit from the closet and said, “Eat first. Then I'1L drop you off."

“What's for Lunch?" asked Blair absent-mindedly

"Rice."

"So who cooked?"

"I did."

She raised her head in surprise.

"You?" ‘Is it edible?' she wondered.

Wesley noticed the suspicious look on her face.

“Don't believe me?"

“That's not what I meant," she explained hastily as she got off the bed. But her legs were too weak to support her.

"Ah!" she cried, falling to the floor.

Luckily Wesley was quick enough to catch her by the waist.

“Be careful!"

Blair flushed with embarrassment, gnawing at her lip.

“It's all your fault!"

He wasn't about to debate with her.

"Yeah, my bad." He planted a loving kiss on her cheek.

Blair shook a little, pushed him away and ran into the bathroom to get ready.

Wesley did cook Lunch all by himself. Four dishes and a soup. It Looked nummy.

But the taste... It was barely edible. Tough in the wrong areas, soft in others. The taste was a Little Like cardboard.

He picked up some diced beef for her and said, "You need to put on some weight. A good gust of wind could blow you away."