After they came back from their trip in Zugrurg, one day, Wesley received a call from Megan saying that she was in trouble. However, when Wesley asked her what had happened, she didn't give him any details; instead, she insisted that he come see her as soon as possible.

This time, however, without even asking for Blair's opinion, Wesley took the initiative to turn Megan down straightaway.

“No, just tell me what it is on the phone. I'm busy." Wesley was, in fact, cooking his beloved wife a nice meal. He wouldn't leave Blair alone to see another woman unless it was a life-and-death situation.

Eventually, after a long pause of silence, Megan hung up the call. The beeping sound that came after was Wesley's cue to realize what had happened and he put his phone away.

Blair was leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen and eating an apple as she gave Wesley a knowing eyeful.

“Is she in danger again?

Aren't you going to help her?"

Wesley shook his head, as if unconcerned.

“She didn't tell me what happened. I don't have the time to try and figure out what's on her mind." Wesley was well aware of how Blair felt about Megan. Taking his previous experience into account, he thought it would be best for him to keep a distance from Megan.

Blair enjoyed the rest of the delicious apple joyfully. She raised the half-eaten apple to his Lips.

“You can take a bite from my apple. This is your reward," she joked.

“Thanks." Wesley put down the knife and nodded as he moved away from the counter. Then suddenly, he pulled her by the waist and kissed her lips. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be

After a long kiss, Blair glared at him, panting.

"I asked you to bite the apple. Not me!" She pouted her lips at him

“I was just tasting the apple." He leaned in and licked her lips.

Blair gasped in shock. The color infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile and her eyes shone in a way that only deep happiness could bring.

“What are you doing? You shameless oaf!"

“What did you say to me? Say it again?" Wesley stopped cutting vegetables again and squinted his eyes at her, like a predator eyeing its prey.

Blair wasted no time. She made a face at him, sticking out her tongue and ran out of the kitchen.

“Nope. I didn't say anything. Please don't let me distract you from cooking."

Wesley giggled as he watched her flee and continued to wash the freshly diced vegetables.

One day, Blair received a text from Megan.

"Hi, Blair. Do you know what

Wesley is doing now?"

Blair rolled her eyes at the text, clearly annoyed by Megan. The girl just wouldn't stop trying to stir up trouble.