“Okay.” She kept eating. But she wasn’t very hungry. She was full, but he was still Ladling chicken soup for her.

“I'm stuffed," she said. It felt like old times. He had once been determined to feed her and have her put on a few pounds. Now things had come full circle.

She was relieved to see that he had dished up only a third of the bowl.

“Just a Little more," he insisted.

Even though she was already too full, Blair still nodded. She knew that he was stubborn and didn't feel it was worth fighting over.

After lunch, she wanted to Leave. Wesley grabbed her arm and said, "Let me show you something."

“But I need to get to the office. Something big happened. I have to go." She had never intended to be a department manager. The position involved too many people and too many headaches.

Wesley nodded.

“I'll drive you." It could wait until after work. It was not urgent anyway.

The car stopped in front of the office. Wesley opened the door for her.

Blair got out and strode quickly towards the entrance of the building.

But she could still feel Wesley's eyes on her. She slowed down and turned around.

“Go home."

“I will. You go ahead." Wesley still stood there, watching her.

Blair nodded and turned around. He didn't drive off till she walked into the building.

He went to Blair's dorm, packed her things and took them to his apartment.

When Blair walked in, the newly fired manager was clearing her desk

Someone tipped her off as soon as Blair showed up. The former manager dropped what she was holding and stopped Blair in her tracks

Blair greeted her as usual.

“Hi, Rebecca.”

Rebecca's eyes were red, her mascara was running. She seemed to have been crying. The look she cast Blair was resentful.

"When did you get married, anyway? Who is your husband? How did he get me fired?" Rebecca demanded.

She couldn't figure out who she ticked off, or how Blair's husband pulled it off. The board of directors had issued a company-wide announcement concerning her dismissal. She hadn't even had a chance to explain or defend herself.

But Blair was confused. ‘My husband? Is she talking about Wesley?’

He was the only one that laid claim to that title. 'So, was it Wesley?"