Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“It’s true.” Without saying anything more, Wesley deleted the woman’s

WeChat records from his phone. Blair watched as the messages vanished before her eyes. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

She was stunned. A thrilling feeling of joy flooded her heart.

Blair wanted to hide her excitement, so she Looked out the window and picked up her lemonade. When had Wesley developed feelings for her?

The restaurant service was top-notch. They didn’t have to wait long to get their food. Blair was in such a good mood, she felt like she could eat three turkeys, de-feathered or not!

She went for the spiced salt mantis shrimps first. That turned out to be frustrating. The shell was stubborn and refused to come off. She even started using both her hands and her teeth-not Ladylike or hot at all. ‘It’s mocking me. I never should have ordered this.’ She was annoyed but didn’t want to waste food either.

Wesley picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat when he noticed that Blair struggling with the shrimp shell. He wiped his hands on a wet towel and took the mantis shrimp from her.

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“Allow me,” he said, gallantly.

“What?” Blair could have sworn she misheard him.

“Let me peel it for you. You can eat other things while I’m doing this.” He took the shrimp and began to peel it.

Blair was surprised and touched.

No one had ever done this for her before.

He was decent and thoughtful. This was the man she liked. She had no doubt now-she had good taste in men. And yes, sometimes he could be a jerk. But most of the time she had to admit he was good to her.

Lost in her thoughts, she wiped her hands on the wet towel, picked up a spinach beef roll and held it up to his mouth. He stopped peeling the shrimp to look at her, confused.

Meeting his eyes, she said, “You haven’t eaten anything yet. Try this.”

She moved it closer.

Wesley decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He opened his mouth obligingly, and she popped it in. He chewed it, and nodded his assent.

Blair grinned happily. But before she could put her chopsticks down, she found that someone was watching them.

The restaurant had a large French window. And you could see through that window into the mall.

A few soldiers had the day off. They were gathered around, laughing, carrying on. They were dressed in casual clothing, as they were off-duty.

There were more than ten of them pressing their faces tight against the window. Some wore a goofy smile. Some were snickering. Some watched them with an envious look in their eyes. Some just stood there, Lips apart, too stunned to react.

Blair was astonished to see so many faces staring at them. When she recognized some of them, she calmed down a little.

But it occurred to her that they must have seen her offering food to

Wesley. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. She forced an awkward smile and nodded to them. Only then did she realize that her chopsticks were still in her hand, in full view of the peeping Toms. She dropped her hand quickly and shifted in her chair.

Wesley saw those overeager soldiers too, but paid little attention to them. After throwing them a glance, he went on peeling the shrimp.