Wesley tousled her hair, “I'm drunk on happiness right now, because I have you." Blair had given him more happiness than she could ever imagine.

Her eyes brimmed with tears. To conceal her emotions, she declared with fake anger, “A few sweet words aren't enough to make me forgive you

I'll always remember that you called me a slut."

Wesley burst out laughing. After giving her a kiss on the lips, he said, "Then, I'Ll apologize to you for the rest of my life. Would that be enough?"

“Yes.”

“It's late. Let's go to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow. Okay?"

“Okay.” She was tired and sleepy.

“Good night, sweetie."

Blair pecked him on the lips.

"Good night, honey.”

For the next two weeks, Wesley came home as early as he could to take care of Blair. He fed her and cleaned her. Gradually, her pale countenance became rosy

One day, he was on his way back to town from a mission. As soon as the car got off the expressway, the soldiers heard someone yelling for help.

The window was down, so they heard the voice loud and clear. It came from the dark alley nearby

Talbot was sitting in the passenger seat. He and Wesley exchanged looks, and then they parked the car and got out immediately.

A few more soldiers got out of the car behind theirs.

"You two, go check it out," he commanded, pointing at two of the soldiers.

"Yes, Chief."

Soon, they heard the sounds of fists and flesh colliding. One of the two soldiers ran back and reported, “Chief, some punks are harassing a woman."

“Let's go help." Wesley walked into the alley with three soldiers.

Those punks took off as soon as they saw them.

The woman was on the ground, Looking awkward and miserable. The young soldiers were confused as to what to do. They looked at each other.

Then one of them asked her, “Hey, are you all right?"

The woman's perfume smelled seductive and unusually strong. The soldiers found it repulsive. None of them wanted to get close to her.

. I'm okay," she replied weakly.

The soldiers were relieved to hear that the woman was okay.