Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Hartwell found out too, it would be really embarrassing. So as soon as the two men greeted each other, she said in a hurry, “Wesley! You Live here too? Are you my neighbor?”

She pointed to the door of Wesley’s apartment and kept winking at him behind HartwelL’s back.

Wesley understood that she was trying to tell him to play along. But he didn’t understand why she was pretending that this was their first meeting in the building.

Normally, he would have said, “We’ve met many times here. Why are you pretending you don’t know I live across the hall?”

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After a moment of hesitation, he gave her a simple nod.

“Hmm.” And nothing else.

But that sufficed.

Hartwell smiled.

“Now that I know Wesley is your neighbor, I have nothing to worry about.” Then he said to Wesley politely, “She lives alone. Please look after her for me. Thank you.”

“Will do.”

To avoid them giving her secrets away to each other, Blair started dragging Hartwell towards her apartment.

“Come on. It’s late. Check out my apartment and then go home and get some rest. You are a busy man!”

Hartwell had to say goodbye to Wesley in a hurry.

“Bye then. Let’s grab dinner together sometime.”

“Sure.”

After entering Blair’s apartment, Hartwell looked around and said, Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s a nice place. Has my father ever been here?”

“No, he has been in another city ever since I moved in.” Adalson had rented the place for her. She couldn’t afford it.

“Okay then. I should leave. My work awaits me. Good night.” Hartwell was in such a hurry that he didn’t even wait to drink a glass of water before he walked out of Blair’s apartment.

“Don’t be a workaholic. Take care of yourself. And marry Joslyn already, since you like her so much,” she said to him at the elevator.

“Got it,” Hartwell replied with a smile.

“Bye.”

After he left, Blair glanced at Wesley’s door and walked back to her own home.

The next morning, since she was feeling unwell, Blair skipped the first class to get more rest.

Before the fourth class-her Arabic class, she felt a little better and decided to go to the classroom. Since she hadn’t fully recovered from the sunstroke, she looked listless. Joslyn, on the other hand, was upbeat. Of course, that was mostly because she had met Hartwell the night before.