Blair raised her fists and beat Wesley's chest repeatedly. He didn't stop her, nor was he angry. He just sat there and let her.
This reaction from him only made Blair angrier. When she hit him, she was expecting him to get angry or throw her out of the car.
But he didn't.
He didn't love her, but he always acted as if he cared about her. It burned her up. So she kept hitting him.
After a while, Blair finally grew tired and dropped her hands. His chest was as hard as stone that her hands ached. 'Maybe pinching him would've worked better than hitting him, ' she thought.
"You don't need to drive me back. I'll go back home on my own," Blair said angrily. Not only had Wesley planned to invite Megan along for dinner, but he also tried to pair Blair off with his own brother. 'I might have been too submissive. That's why he's keen on treading on my feelings willy-nilly. What a jerk!'
Ignoring Wesley's dissuasion, Blair unfastened her seatbelt, opened the passenger door, and jumped out of the car.
Wesley immediately ran after her. They were in the suburbs, and although there were many cars, almost all of them were private cars. It would be extremely hard for her to hail a taxi. "Don't be so stubborn. Let me drive you home," he offered.
Blair gave him a scowl. "No, thank you. I'll move out of Niles' apartment tomorrow. Let's just stay out of each other's business from now on. I swear I won't love you anymore. If I break my promise, I'll be a cheating dog."
Wesley's face darkened. He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to his car.
Blair tried to break free, but her body wouldn't budge. Wesley pressed her against his car and tried to calm himself down. In the calmest voice that he could muster, he explained, "I was doing that for your own good. Niles is a doctor. His job is less dangerous than mine, and he is highly paid. What's more, he would be able to keep you company every day." Wesley's career, on the other hand, was full of danger. Blair would be living in constant fear and worry if they were together. He was always out in the field or carrying out classified missions from time to time, which meant that she had to stay alone most of the time. She would never feel secure with him.
Although Wesley's voice was calm, his grip had gotten tighter and Blair could not bear it anymore. "Wesley Li! No one is crueler than you! Only you will be willing to pair the girl who loves you off with your brother!" Her voice shook and the tears in her eyes were threatening to fall. She was really furious now.
Wesley nodded. "Yes, I am a cruel man." He looked her in the eye. "I hope you'll live a happy life."
Blair scoffed bitterly at his remark. 'Does he think I'll be able to live a happy life with my beloved man's brother? How ridiculous!' "Fuck off! Get out of my way, stupid Wesley Li!" she yelled as she yanked her hand from his grip.
Wesley was stunned. It was the first time that someone had dared to speak to him so rudely, let alone curse him in his face.
He grabbed her wrist. Blue veins stood out on his temples. "Blair Jing, watch your manners!"
"I don't fucking care! Wesley Li, you asshole! Let me go!" Blair raised her wrist that he was holding, and bit into his arm.
She vented out her anger on him by biting, beating, and kicking him. Once she was done, he looked at the teeth mark that she left on his arm, and then looked at her. "Feeling better? Then get back in the car!" There was a bit of pleading in his tone.
However, Blair wanted to continue calling him all kinds of insulting names.
"I'd rather walk home than get back in your car!" she spat out as she shook off Wesley's hand once again and started to walk away.
Wesley observed Blair's retreating figure. Her stubbornness was giving him a headache.
Sighing in defeat, he caught up to her and scooped her up, draping her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
Blair felt like vomiting as her stomach pressed hard against his firm shoulder. "Wesley Li, you son of a—"
"One more nasty insult, and I'll strap you to the car roof and drive you home," Wesley threatened.
"Fuck you, Wesley Li!"
"Fine. Do it as you wish."
Blair was rendered speechless for a moment. She then grew even angrier.
Wesley put her in the passenger seat and put the door on child's lock so that she would not be able to get out again.
Blair's head was starting to ache too. She had no more energy to quarrel with Wesley. She closed her eyes and leaned against the seat.
Neither Blair nor Wesley uttered another word for the remainder of the ride back.
When the car approached the housing estate, Blair opened her eyes, took out the bank card Wesley gave her and tossed it to him. "I'll pay you back for the money you spent on me today. I'm not your girlfriend, and it's not your duty to buy me things. How much did you spend on me today? Tell me, and I'll pay you back."
Wesley lowered his head and saw the card that he gave to her this morning. "You don't have to—"
Blair immediately cut him off, "It's a must. We'd better be strangers from now on. Don't worry. I won't bug you anymore. And please don't appear before me again. It's the best for both of us."
Wesley could not respond. Her cold words painfully stabbed at his heart.
Blair continued, "Well, if you won't give me an exact number, fine. I'll pay you $150, 000 for clothes, $50, 000 for shoes, $20, 000 for the phone, $30, 000 for the bag, and $30, 000 for the accessories. I owe you roughly $280, 000 in total. Last night, you kissed me twice. I'll give you $10, 000 for each kiss. Then I owe you $300, 000 in total. I already took a picture of your card number. I'll transfer the money to you before tomorrow evening."
'$300, 000? How is she going to get the money?' Wesley thought, his face sullen. After a while, he pulled over. "There's no need to hurry. I don't need the money right now."
"I don't like owing anyone anything," Blair said as she unfastened her seat belt, avoiding his gaze.
Wesley grabbed her wrist, but before he could say anything, Blair gave him a fake smile and said in an awfully formal tone, "I beg your pardon, Mr. Li, but we are not that close."
Wesley had to let go of her.
Blair got out of the car and went upstairs to the apartment. After a few moments of siting and thinking inside the car, Wesley eventually went upstairs as well.
When he entered the apartment, Blair was already packing her belongings in the bedroom. He reached out his hands and took her clothes away from her. She tried to take them back, but failed. "You don't need to move out. I won't come over in future, if that's what you want," he said.
"No, thanks. This is your brother's apartment. I should be the one leaving. This is my choice." Blair returned to packing the rest of her belongings.
Wesley could only watch helplessly as she stuffed her clothes into her suitcase.
Blair then went into the bathroom to fetch her toiletries. Wesley took this opportunity to pull out a shopping bag from his pocket and stashed it under the clothes in her suitcase.
When Blair walked out of the bathroom, she did not find Wesley in the bedroom. She wondered if he had already left, but then she heard him talking on the phone in the living room.
She zipped her suitcase up and walked out of the bedroom. "I'm sorry, but I don't have time to clean the apartment. Mr. Li, would you be kind and hire some cleaning staff to clean the apartment for me. Thank you!" He almost winced at her extremely civil tone.
She then walked towards the door to the apartment with her suitcase. Wesley wore a rigid expression as he followed after her.
When Blair heard Wesley close the door behind him, her heart sank to her stomach. 'He didn't even try to make me stay,' she thought, somewhat disappointed.
"Let me help you." Welsey said and grabbed her suitcase from her. She didn't turn him down and followed after him wordlessly as they walked to his car.
Wesley put her suitcase inside the trunk. Blair then said, "Drop me off at the Angel's Love Welfare Center on Queen's Road. Thank you."
Wesley didn't respond. Blair was sure he heard her, so she didn't repeat it.
They got inside the car and drove off as the sky began to get darker.