"Why do they hate you? And why are you so scared of them?" Wesley's face displayed the confusion that was in his mind perfectly. He had doubts as to whether Blair really spoke to gan like that.
"I don't know... I feel like Aunt Blair and Debbie aren't very fond of . Perhaps it has sothing to do with you and Uncle Carlos adopting and treating so well. They don't seem happy about that..." gan spoke in a pitiful tone.
Blair, standing in the doorway, was overwheld by an urge to slap the hypocritical girl's face. Clenching her teeth, Blair tried to keep her anger in check.
Oblivious to Blair's presence, Wesley took a look at his wristwatch and said, "Don't think about it too much. We're obligated to take care of you. I..."
"Uncle Wesley!" gan chid in.
A hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. "What now?"
"I don't know how to say this, but I saw Aunt Blair with another man last ti. They seed...very intimate. It was the sa man who tried to kill ... Aah! Aunt...Blair?" gan drew a sharp gasp of shock all of a sudden. She stared at the doorway, pretending that she was shocked by Blair's presence.
Wearing a smirk on her face, Blair couldn't help but applaud for gan's excellent performance.
When Wesley turned around and saw Blair walking in, his eyes sparkled with excitent. He had missed her so much. "Blair," he called out to her.
Blair, however, did not give him a response. Instead, she walked up to the bed, gently placing her purse on the night stand and grabbed a glass of water. Staring at the water for a mont, as if to think, Blair suddenly shifted her gaze towards the girl lying in bed. "Did you fall sick?"
"Yes..." gan looked at her, terror evident in her eyes.
Wesley was surprised to see such look in gan's eyes. That was the sa look she had with Debbie around. Why was she so afraid of Blair too?
Before Wesley could put his finger on the matter, Blair poured the water onto gan's face without warning. "Ah!" the sick girl scread.
gan was soaking wet ss, her mouth agape and eyes protruding from their sockets in astonishnt.
Wesley quickly pulled out a few tissues and was about to wipe gan's face, but Blair grabbed hold of his arm. When he gave her a puzzled look, Blair stared into his eyes and said, "Wesley, do you think it is appropriate for you to care for her so much in front of ?"
He glanced at the tissues in his hand and then at
changed into her pajamas. She looked at Blair contemptuously and said, "Did you two argue over again?"
"Sorry to disappoint you, but you're not that important to . Why would I quarrel with Wesley over you? Who do you think you are?" Blair leaned against the door fra casually.
"Then why did you co back?" gan pulled a long face.
Blair stood up straight. "I ca back to teach you a lesson on behalf of your uncle!"
Slap!
Blair's words were followed by the thundering sound of a loud slap. The suddenness of the act caught gan by surprise.
Since there was nobody else there, gan didn't need to pretend to be a weak girl. In an instant, she narrowed her eyes and glared at Blair. "How dare you! I might lose to Debbie, but you? I'm sure I can defeat you easily. What if Wesley sees lying on the floor with a red mark on my face?"
"Why don't you give it a shot?"
Smack! Blair delivered another tight slap across her face.
Blair didn't care what Wesley would think of her. She wasn't afraid of being misunderstood by him, because if push ca to shove, she would just leave him.
Wesley had almost arrived at the airport when he received a call from Blair. "Wesley, I'm at your house."
Wesley slamd the brakes and slewed to a stop in a cloud of dust. He had been fooled by the woman.
Imdiately, he made a U-turn in the middle of the empty street and drove back ho. "Wait for there," he ordered.
"Fine. But can you hear sothing now?"
Wesley listened carefully for a mont and then sighed, "Is that gan crying?"
"Bingo!" She let out a chuckle. "You have such good ears!"
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