He pressed her against the wall of the living room and said, “Blair, you don't want to rise in revolt as the result will be hard for you to bear." He grabbed her by the chin and pulled her face into a fiery kiss.

“Ouch. My lips hurt. They must be swollen red, ' Blair cried in her mind, but Wesley persisted.

"I...will Listen...to you she tried to say. Blair held Wesley's face with both hands to stop him from kissing her.

Wesley simply responded with a smile, expressing his deepest contentment.

Just like that, Blair's plan of Leaving Wesley had failed. After they got changed, the two of them left their apartment. He took her to the fifth floor of the Alioth Building to have Lunch.

After lunch, Wesley drove her to a house he had been meaning to take her to for a while.

Blair stared at the traditional building with curiosity. It was as if each brick had its own story to tell. The texture that had greeted strong summers and hail stones with such dignity could be felt with each touch. Even before they entered, she could already smell the

Chinese herbs.

Wesley parked his car and took her hand in his, as they walked towards the house together.

The moment they entered the courtyard, a man in a Chinese tunic suit came over to them and said, "Senior Colonel Wesley, you are here! You may go to the Living room first. I'll tell Mooney that you are here."

Wesley nodded politely and said, "Thank you."

The man ran off, Leaving Wesley and Blair to have a gentle stroll down the courtyard. The sun shone with an enchanting sparkle, and the dried herbs were laid over the ground to bask in the sun.

There was a plaque hanging on the door of the living room-"Ginseng

Hall." As to why it was named after ginseng was a mystery to them both.

As soon as the two of them sat down, a servant walked in with a tray that had two hot cups of tea. These were Chinese lidded tea cups decorated with blue and white Dragon symbols.

Wesley and Blair thanked him with a courteous nod and watched him leave with an empty tray.

Blair was unable to hold back her curiosity any longer.

“Where are we?"

Wesley picked up his lidded cup and took a whiff of the tea's splendid fragrance before answering, “We're at the Thompson family's residence."

‘The Thompson family?’ A thought popped into Blair's mind.

“Does the family have something to do with Ingrid?"

“You're right. The leader of the Thompson family is Ingrid's grandfather-in-law."

Blair nodded in acknowledgement.

"Then why are we here?" She looked at

Wesley curiously and wondered, ‘He doesn't look like he is ill.'