Wesley cast a sidelong glance at Blair, took his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. "Hey. I'm at the hospital. Get some food here pronto. And make sure it helps you heal. We're talking beets, kelp, ginger, mushrooms, what-have-you."

There were only the two of them left in the ward. He opened the window to air out the room. The smell of barbecued food lingered in the air. Then, he took the bubble milk tea from Blair and put it on the table beside her.

He scooped her up in his arms and put her on the bed. Rage could be seen in his dark eyes when he looked at her. "You're in the hospital, but you're eating junk food. Is this how you take care of yourself?"

Blair locked her hands around his neck and looked him in the eye.

In her eyes, he was usually calm and composed, and almost never lost control. But now he wasn't calm anymore, all because she got hurt and he was worried. She felt so happy. Blair blinked her innocent eyes and kissed him on the lips. "I missed you so much," she said in a soft voice.

His heart immediately softened. She always knew how to manipulate him.

Time to show her who was the boss. He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. The next moment, she was pressed against the bed.

After a long while, he whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Since you had barbecue and drank milk tea, your health must not be too bad. How about some sugar, baby?"

Blair's heart skipped a beat when she heard his request. "No, no. Not now. You asked someone to bring food here, right?"

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Wesley declined to answer and kissed her lips again. The kiss lingered for what seemed like forever.

"I thought you were stationed at the border," she said, nestling in his arms and feeling his strong heartbeat.

"I was."

"Then how did you get back so fast?" she asked.

"By helicopter." At his rank, it was a piece of cake to commandeer a helicopter. The moment Niles called him and told him about Blair's car accident, he requisitioned one and took off. It took him more than two hours to arrive.

'Wow! By helicopter. No wonder he got here so fast, ' Blair thought.

"What about work?"

Wesley was quite calm right now. He let her go, stood up and examined her injured leg. "I need to leave toni

one did.

Wesley hopped in Niles' car and they drove back to the Eastern Coastal Apartments.

In the bedroom, Blair plopped onto the bed after taking a shower. "I'm bushed," she said.

Wesley stood up from the couch, took off his coat and threw it away casually. "Are you calling it a night?"

"Yeah. What's wrong?" She was confused.

While unbuttoning his shirt, Wesley looked at her and said, "I'm back, and I've wanted to do this for so long."

'What's he talking about? Oh my God! He's such a sexaholic!'

Wesley leaned over her, but she put her hands on his firm chest. "No, no! My leg's hurt! Did you forget that?"

"There is nothing wrong with your leg," he simply said. 'Otherwise, I wouldn't have driven you home.'

He kissed her deeply, and she responded to his eager caresses. Their moans filled the apartment, and love was in the air.

All was quiet in the dead of night. Wesley left the apartment, a satisfied smile on his face.

He drove to the hospital and went to Niles' office. His brother was sound asleep.

Wesley threw back his covers and dragged him up. "Hey, I need to tell you something. Listen."

Niles yawned. He couldn't open his eyes—he was too sleepy. "What?" he grumbled.

"Open your eyes!" Wesley ordered in a cold voice.

Niles had to do as his brother said. "Bro, it's 3 in the morning. Why aren't you asleep?"

Ignoring him, Wesley demanded, "I need you to drive her to work and pick her up every day until her leg is better..."