Burning Passion: Love Never Die

‘I swear I won’t let her drink ever again!’ Wesley told himself bitterly. Dealing with an intoxicated Blair was even harder than dealing with his enemies. It was, without doubt, his least favored thing to do.

He left her bedroom silently. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Blair didn’t even know where he was going. He just left Like that.

She shook her dizzy head and sat up on the bed. Staring around the empty bedroom, she flashed a smile that seemed to mock her own self.

‘It seems like I overestimated myself this time. He doesn’t care for me at all! Huh!’

She walked slowly into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and poured some water onto her face. Suddenly, either her emotions got the better of her or something else happened but she began to cry loudly.

“Waah…”

‘I won’t drink ever again. Every time I’m drunk, I’m unable to control myself. Wesley must be thinking about how extremely annoying I am!‘

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She was crying loudly and when Wesley came back to her bedroom with his quilt and pillow, he heard her doing so in the bathroom.

He held his breath, threw the stuff in his hand onto the bed and all but rushed into the bathroom head on. Blair was washing her face and crying.

He came over towards her, turned off the faucet, grabbed a clean towel and began to gently wipe the water off her face. He was annoyed, but a crying Blair was not something he could handle.

Blair looked at him in the mirror and complained, “Why bother taking care of me? I thought you didn’t want to! Aren’t you mad at me?” She really didn’t want to mess with him right now, but she was completely drunk and unable to control herself.

“I’m not mad at you,” he repeated patiently.

Blair put her hands around his waist and asked in a sad voice, “Wesley, am I annoying?”

“No.” Wesley was confused as to why she always asked him the same question. He didn’t even know how to respond to it anymore.

She raised her head abruptly and asked, “Then, will you apply a facial mask? I would like that.”

Wesley was rendered speechless. He sighed helplessly and agreed to the idea. Otherwise, she was going to find a thousand more ways to deal with him. So he gave in and Blair first applied a facial mask on his face. After he had Lain down on the bed, she applied another one on her own face and Lay down next to him.

She then turned over and held his arm.

“This is your first time, huh?” she asked.

‘What? My first time?’ Wesley’s face changed at first. Then he realized that she was asking whether it was his first time using a facial mask and not being in bed with a woman. He nodded.

“How do you feel?”

“Meh!” It was an understatement. The facial mask on his face was sticky and smelt awful.

“Really? Then, if you are neutral about it, will you apply it again?” she asked.

“NO!” His answer was firm and decisive. One time was enough.

“No? Wesley, you need to pay more attention to your face and skin