Neither Wesley nor gan showed any interest in Debbie's concert.
But Blair was proud of her friend, who was singing gracefully on the stage. She didn't care about the two and continued to cheer her and sing along like the rest of the fans.
The next day, Wesley and Blair went on a four-day trip to the neighboring city.
On their first day, they decided to go for a small trek. Halfway up the hill, Blair felt thirsty. But they didn't have enough drinking water with them. Wesley handed the cara to her and said, "Wait for here. I'll go buy so."
"Okay." As she waited, she took pictures of the beautiful landscape.
A man suddenly appeared in her shot. Blair put her hands down and raised her head to look at the stranger. Three young n were smiling evilly at her. "What do you want?" she asked warily.
"That's a nice cara you got there," one of them said as he fixed his eyes on it.
Blair's grip on the cara tightened. Of course, it was nice! Cecelia had picked the best for her; it was worth more than a hundred thousand dollars. Knowing their intentions, Blair yelled loudly, "Wesley!"
The three n were caught by surprise.
"Wesley!" she shouted towards the direction in which the soldier had gone.
The three n realized that she had company. They exchanged glances with each other, and in an instant, two of them lunged at her and locked her arms behind her. The third one quickly robbed her of the cara that was hung around her neck.
"Wesley! Help! Wes— Mmph!" One of the n covered her mouth imdiately.
Wesley was paying for the bottle of water when he heard her screaming for help. He dropped the bottle and dashed back to Blair as fast as he could.
From a distance, he saw her being surrounded by three n. Enraged, he barked, "Let go of her!"
The robbers saw the tall, strong guy running towards them. They fled with the cara.
"Wesley, they stole my cara!"
Blair began to run after the robbers, but Wesley was much faster. He ran past her like a gust of wind, and closed in on them.
The robbers turned to see that the man was only a few ters away from them. Panicking, they shrieked, "Oh, crap! Run faster!"
They ran all the way to the road and fled in different directions.
In a fluster, the man holding the cara knocked into a small electric car. The cara was thrown into the air and in the next second, it crashed on the ground; the lens was smashed to pieces.
Wesley pinned the man down and rained a few blows on him. The robber
r about him. Please co in, Mom. Are you hungry?"
"Yes!" Cecelia nodded honestly. She was so anxious to see them that she couldn't grab anything to eat.
"Have so fruit first. I'll cook sothing for you."
"Thank you, Blair. You're such a considerate girl," the mother bead.
Blair returned the sweet smile. "You're welco, Mom. It's just a al. Here, I've washed the fruit."
Cecelia casually picked up an orange and looked around the house. "Where's Wesley?"
"He went to the military base."
"Is he always busy at work? Don't you two spend any ti together? Does he co back at night? What ti does he co ho?" Cecelia asked in one breath as she stood at the doorway of the kitchen with the orange in her hand.
Blair answered patiently, "We just ca back from a trip. He's out for so errands during the day, but he always cos back ho by eleven at night." Wesley was ho every night ever since he had co back from the border.
"I see..." Cecelia ate a slice of the orange, deep in thoughts. Then, she asked implicitly, "What ti do you two usually go to bed?"
Blair's face turned red; she knew what the curious mother had in mind. Wesley had told her that his mother doubted his sexual ability. Blair, of course, knew how good he was. But the man was unhappy about her doubts, and to prove himself, he had banged Blair the whole night after that phone call. "Mom, there's nothing wrong with Wesley. It's ; there's a small issue with my uterus. Don't worry, it's nothing major. I've taken so Chinese dicines to improve the condition. Please be patient." Blair felt the pressure too. After all, Wesley was already in his thirties.
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