Blair went to the ladies' room and looked at herself in the mirror. There was a bit of paper tissue
clinging to her face.
She turned on the faucet, washed her face and hands, and turned it off. Staring at herself in the mirror,
she couldn't help but recall what Niles had just told her—"I saw Wesley stroke your hand."
'Really? When did that happen? Why didn't I know? Was Niles lying?' she mused.
At that moment, her phone buzzed. It was a WeChat message from Wesley. "Come out."
Blair was stunned. 'What? Where is he? What's going on?'
When she walked out of the ladies' room, she saw Wesley waiting for her. Niles stood next to him with
a sad face.
Upon seeing her, Wesley asked, "Care to tell me what Niles said?"
He guessed that Niles must have said something bad about him to Blair. Otherwise, she wouldn't have
looked at him that way.
Blair knew she had to tell him something. After all, Wesley had come here for an answer. 'I just looked
at him when Niles told me that, and Wesley immediately found out this had something to do with him. I
guess it wouldn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure it out, ' she thought to herself. She decided to concoct
an excuse. "He said you were bad in bed," she said.
She wondered if he'd believe it.
Actually, she'd pondered this before. Wesley was always in a hurry, eating, jogging, changing his
clothes, and so on. He didn't slow down for anything. So she wondered if he would be too fast for fun in
bed.
Niles gazed at Blair, eyes wide open.
Wesley seemed to buy it and his face was as dark as ink. If looks could kill, Niles would have already
been dead.
"No, no. Wesley, it's not like that..." Niles stammered. He almost had a nervous breakdown, and
everything just seemed to cave in on top of him.
Wesley, however, didn't give him a chance to explain. He grabbed his collar and dragged him into the
men's room.
Niles reached out his arm and yelled, "Blair, you can't do this to me. It was a secret. If I didn't tell you,
you'd never know. Help!"
However, his words only made Blair's bogus explanation more convincing to Wesley.
Wesley really believed that Niles had told Blair that he was bad in bed. He threw Niles into a stall and
locked the door. "Who told you that?"
"What?" Niles kept retreating until he hit the wall. Nowhere to go!
"I didn't even know I was bad in bed. How did you find out?" With his left hand in his pocket, he put his
right hand on the wall, giving Niles some Kabedon action.
Niles was scared out of his wits. "No, no. Don't listen to her. I said—"
Before he could finish speaking, Wesley cut him off. "Stop making excuses. You've been asking for this
for a while." He cracked his neck, like he was going to teach Niles a lesson.
Niles was so scared that he almost cried. "Blair, you can't do this to me! Help!" he yelled at the top of
his lungs, hoping she could hear him.
With a guilty conscience, Blair rushed into the men's room to come to Niles' rescue. She knocked on
the door to the stall where the two men were with a flat palm. "Wesley, calm down."
The two didn't expect her to barge into the men's room. They looked at each other helplessly.
At that moment, a man entered. When he saw Blair, he was stunned and apologized to her. "I'm so
sorry. I must be drunk. This is the ladies' room!" Before Blair could explain, the man left in a hurry.
Blair kept patting the door and said, "Niles is your brother. It's fine if you're a jerk to me. But you can't
treat him like this. You—"
The door was suddenly opened, and Wesley's face came into view. Blair looked into the stall and saw
Niles trembling in the corner.
Niles went back to the private room first.
The elders saw that he was alone, so one of them asked, "Where's your brother? You left together."
Niles looked at the door and stammered, "He... He went to buy cigarettes."
"Where's Blair?" Cecelia asked.
"Blair... She went with Wesley."
When Niles saw their expressions change, he immediately changed his tune.
"Okay, fine. I have no clue where Blair is. Maybe she's still in the ladies' room. I thought you were
asking about Talbot. He and Wesley went to the store together to buy cigarettes."
Now everyone else realized Niles was talking bullshit. What did this have to do with Talbot?
In the men's room, Blair was in the same situation as Niles had been not long before. Wesley locked
her in the same stall and played with a cigarette in his hand, rolling it between his fingers. "I'm a jerk?"
he asked.
"Aren't you?" she asked in reply. Her heart started racing when they were in such a small stall alone.
"So you hate me now?" he asked. This woman was infuriating. Hot and cold running love.
"No."
"Really?"
"I don't hate you."
Wesley heaved a sigh of relief. But what Blair said next made him frown again. "I don't hate you
because I don't love you anymore."
'So quickly?' He found it unbelievable.
Seeing her round doe eyes, he suddenly had an impulse to kiss her.
Wesley shook his head in an attempt to drive the mad thought out of his mind. He unlocked the door
and said, "Fine. You can go."
Blair, however, didn't move.
It had been six months. Now she and Wesley were in confined quarters again. She felt they were
surrounded by romance, even though this was the men's room.
An inappropriate place, to be sure.
"Any regrets?" she asked.
Wesley stopped playing with the cigarette. "No," he said simply without even raising his head.
Blair didn't know whether he was telling the truth or not.
"The Wesley I know is upright and honest, and he is the enemy of all evils. He wouldn't lie. Now, I'm
going to ask one more time. Any regrets?" she said.
'She knows how to flatter me, ' he thought. "You're right. I don't lie," he said with a smile.
Blair's eyes lit up as she thought he was going to admit that he regretted turning her down. "No. Never."
She had a bright future, but she had told him twice that she wanted to marry him and be a housewife.
He didn't want that and he wasn't sad he rejected her.
Blair's eyes reddened from tears. She pinched herself secretly and told herself, 'See? This is his
answer. If you keep bugging him, it's just going to get worse.'
She took a deep breath and opened her mouth saying, "Actually I know you're not a jerk. It's just you
don't like me. If you liked me, you wouldn't break my heart. So, I have to thank you, Wesley. Thanks for
turning me down without mercy. Now I finally know you have no feelings for me at all." Actually the
reason why she had gotten engaged to Miller was that she wanted to make Wesley jealous.
"Any regrets?" she asked.
Wesley stopped playing with the cigarette. "No," he said simply without even raising his head.
Blair didn't know whether he was telling the truth or not.
"The Wesley | know is upright and honest, and he is the enemy of all evils. He wouldn't lie. Now, I'm
going to ask one more time. Any regrets?" she said.
‘She knows how to flatter me, ' he thought. "You're right. | don't lie," he said with a smile.
Blair's eyes lit up as she thought he was going to admit that he regretted turning her down. "No. Never."
She had a bright future, but she had told him twice that she wanted to marry him and be a housewife.
He didn't want that and he wasn't sad he rejected her.
Blair's eyes reddened from tears. She pinched herself secretly and told herself, 'See? This is his
answer. If you keep bugging him, it's just going to get worse. '
She took a deep breath and opened her mouth saying, "Actually | know you're not a jerk. It's just you
don't like me. If you liked me, you wouldn't break my heart. So, | have to thank you, Wesley. Thanks for
turning me down without mercy. Now | finally Know you have no feelings for me at all." Actually the
reason why she had gotten engaged to Miller was that she wanted to make Wesley jealous.
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