Wesley gently wiped away the tears on Blair's face and asked the therapist, "How is she?"
Dr. Xue smiled. "She was unhappy because of her past, and she kept all that bottled up. Now she admitted it, she'll be fine. She just needs so rest."
"So what's the prognosis?"
"Don't worry. She's going through a lot right now, and probably needs so ti to process it. Take her outdoors as much as you can to help her forget those things. Then she will be fine."
"But..." There was still one thing baffling Wesley. "If she loves so much, why does she keep trying to leave?"
"You'd have to ask her. She's probably mad at you for sothing. Whether she'll tell you is beyond my pay grade. It could also be for so other reason. Whatever it was, it's on you. I could get her to talk about the bad mories, but I can't guarantee she won't try to run off. If I were you, I'd have a heart-to-heart with her."
Wesley scooped Blair up and said to the doctor, "Probably a good idea."
"Take her ho. She doesn't need any dicine. But watch her. And get her out in the open air. Don't keep her cooped up."
"Okay. Thank you, doctor."
"Don't ntion it. I'll have my assistant print out discharge papers."
Blair slept for quite a few hours after they got ho. She had a dream, where she was with her parents, the Ji family, and Wesley. It seed like several days passed in the dream.
In that dream, she brought Wesley ho. Her parents were very happy to et him and even urged them to have a baby ASAP, so they could be grandparents.
The next morning, she got up quite early. When Wesley woke up and turned his head to look for her, she wasn't in bed.
He was so worried he didn't bother dressing before he donned his slippers hurriedly and ran out of the bedroom, shouting, "Blair! Blair!"
He stopped when he saw her in the kitchen. She was busy making breakfast.
She was making olets, with the range hood on. Hearing him calling her, she smiled, spatula in hand. "Hey! You're awake. I'm making breakfast. It will be ready in a bit."
The mischievous smile she gave him was reassuring. The old Blair was back. The girl he t a few years
y. Let's go to bed. Then we can talk about whatever we want." Wesley lowered his head and kissed her.
He didn't let go of her until the next morning. When he finally fell asleep, Blair grabbed her bag and left the apartnt. She donned a mask so no one would recognize her.
She went to the Fifth Hospital for a gynecological examination. Her vagina was sore, and she felt stinging pain, almost like a paper cut.
The doctor applied a local anesthetic cream to the area. "You need to slow down. You have tiny tears inside you thanks to your escapades. I've also prescribed so antibiotic cream so your infection won't set in. Don't take a shower today. Apply the rest of the dicine at ho. And I'd hold off having sex in the near future until that heals up."
Despite the mask, blush could be seen sneaking up her cheeks. "Yes, doctor. I'll be more careful. Thank you." Blair left the doctor's office and winced as she walked. It hurt like hell.
She wished she could punch Wesley in the face right then and there. But he'd probably fight back, and she didn't need that. She was in enough pain.
The exhausted man was sound asleep. When he woke up, his wife was gone. He grabbed his phone and called her imdiately, "Sweetheart, where are you?"
His voice told her that he had sobered up. "I'm in the hospital."
Wesley's eyes flew wide open. "Why? What's wrong?"
Blair gritted her teeth. "Not here. I'll tell you on WeChat."
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