Stella opened the door hastily. Wesley was standing in the hallway, carrying a bag of late supper. Without Looking inside the room, he handed her the bag and said, “Here. Bye."

As soon as Wesley said goodbye, he sensed someone else in the room. He looked inside and his eyes widened.

“Honey? Why are you here?" He quickly strode towards Blair and wrapped her in his arms.

"You're still sick. You shouldn't have come here."

Blair raised her head to look at him with a smile.

"I'm feeling fine. I came to check on Stella. Wesley, how could you let her stay in such a lousy hotel?"

Without even Looking at Stella, he replied, “I have no money."

Blair glared at him with feigned anger.

“Liar! If you didn't have any money, then how could you afford to buy me that expensive bracelet?"

“Well, I spent it all. Now shush! You're not fully recovered yet. You shouldn't be talking too much. Let's go home." Wesley scooped her up in his arms.

"Okay." She locked her arms around his neck and pecked him on the cheek.

They started making their way towards the door. When they passed

Stella, Wesley said, "Miss Stella, after the group-buying discount, the room cost $507 for the past three days. We'll round that amount to

$500. And the three meals came up to $45. So, that's $545. Please return the money as soon as possible.”

“Wesley! You!" Stella's blood boiled with rage and humiliation.

“What? Did you think I was doing all this out of the goodness of my heart?" Wesley smirked.

Blair tried to stifle her laughter.

"Darling, it's just a few hundred bucks. Let's just think of it as a little financial help for Stella.”

“ALL right, honey. If you say so." He carried Blair out of the hotel and to the parking lot.

Gently, he placed her in the passenger seat and buckled her up. She looked irresistibly attractive today. Wesley leaned towards her for a kiss.

But Blair covered his mouth with her hand.

Only then did he notice that the smile had vanished from her face. ‘I knew it!

I knew she was only pretending as if she didn't care, ' he thought.

“Explain. Don't tell me this was a mission! I won't buy it," she demanded. If it had been some other woman in that hotel, Blair might have thought it possible. But it was Stella.

“No, it wasn't a mission," he admitted.