"Babe."
Blair chuckled.
“What did they do this time?" she asked.
“They couldn't outrun me. They're lucky I only yelled at them. I should've punished them!" Wesley held her hand in his and they walked to the parking lot together.
“Don't Look so serious," she pouted.
Wesley gave her a smile.
“Next time, I'll wear a pair of white gloves to check if there's dust in their dorms. I'll check their beds and see if I can bounce a coin off them..."
Blair burst out laughing. She knew he was serious as he had already begun to teach Gifford how to make his bed military style.
"Come on!
Lighten up! By the way, you are as amazing as ever. You are more than forty, yet you outran a group of young men."
“Do you know why?" Wesley suddenly stopped in his tracks.
A gust of wind blew over. Ginkgo Leaves floated down from the ginkgo trees in the yard, passing by them.
The scene was lovely. It was a perfect time and place for lovers’ honeyed words.
Blair blinked, and Looked at her favorite and the most important man in her life Like a Little child with a slightly crooked head.
“Why?”
Wesley looked her in the eye and said in a charming voice, "I tried my best to run the five kilometers, just because I imagined you were waiting there at the end."
Wesley's tone was matter-of-fact, yet Blair was still moved. With their fingers entwined, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
"You know we'lL live happily ever after, right?"
Wesley nodded his head heavily.
"Count on it." Deep in his heart, he thought, ‘Not only in this life, but the next Life as well.
Blair, thank you for coming into my Life. You are the most wonderful woman in the world. *
In the Hilton family's villa
Crack! Went the whip! A man was kneeling in the middle of the living room, and a line was drawn across his back. Blood welled in that line.
He was being beaten by a whip the thickness of a man's finger. The beating was merciless, the whip striping the man's back with welts and torn flesh.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The clothing the man wore was sliced to bloodstained ribbons.