Burning Passion: Love Never Die

She volunteered to carry one of the bags and made her way to the exit.

Wesley was carrying a bigger carrier bag. But even so, he tucked the change into his pants pocket hastily, caught up with Blair, and offered to take the bag from her.

But Blair declined.

“Mine is not heavy. The one you’re carrying is full of beverages. It’s already heavy enough.”

Wesley Looked at her and retorted, “Maybe! But you’re so frail. What if it triggers your fever?” Before she could refuse, he had taken the bag from her. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Blair didn’t know what to say. ‘I’m not as fragile as he thinks.’ She was a bit defensive. ‘I was sick only once when I was in England, ‘ she thought.

However, there was one thing in particular that hit on Blair only when the topic was brought up. It suddenly dawned on her that whenever she was close to Wesley, she would easily get injured or sick. However, when Wesley wasn’t by her side, her physical health remained beyond very good. She couldn’t understand why.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Together, they made their way towards the exit of the supermarket. A worker was standing there, checking the purchase receipts before letting anyone exit with a shopping bag. Wesley’s hands were full, so he had to ask Blair, “Get the receipt from my pocket.”

“Okay. Without thinking much, Blair walked up to him and reached her hand inside his coat-pocket. It seemed Like the most logical place to start.

Wesley lowered his head to look at her with a sidelong glance.

“No. it’s inside the pocket of my trousers.”

“Oh.” Blair then moved her hand down and put it into one of the pockets of his trousers. While she was groping around for the receipt, she could clearly feel his hard muscle through the thin clothing.

Both of their facial expressions changed subtly.

“Not this side. The other one,” Wesley said in a low voice, sounding a little hoarse and trying to ignore the soft hand roaming around his pockets.

“Oh well… Got it.” ‘The wrong pocket again?’ Blair pursed her Lips

‘What is going on with you, Blair?’ she scolded herself inwardly

She then moved to the other side and carefully reached her hand inside the pocket again. She felt a wad of cash. To avoid more trouble, she drew them all out of his pocket and finally saw the receipt embedded within the hurried roll.

She withdrew the long, white piece of paper and put the money back into his pocket.

Without turning her head around, she walked straight to the worker standing at the exit. She felt embarrassed to make eye contact with him. She tried to comfort herself by saying that it was inevitable and anyone would be if they touched someone’s hard muscle.

The rain hadn’t stopped yet. Blair took the umbrella and tried to hold it for the two of them.

But Wesley was too tall for her to reach. Even with her arm lifted vertically straight, the umbrella was touching his hairs

Wesley gathered all the shopping bags in his right hand and grabbed the umbrella from her in his left hand, holding it up for the two of them.

The heavy weight on his right hand made the blue veins in his right arm pop out. Blair saw that and she couldn’t take it anymore. She reached out for the lighter bag that she had held a few moments before.

“Let me carry this one. I can hold it. It’s difficult for you to hold the umbrella this way,” she told him with concern in her voice.

However, instead of Listening to her, Wesley gave the umbrella back to her and walked into the rain straight away.