Chapter 1769

After taking a shower, Wesley walked out of his own bedroom and knocked on Blair’s door. For some

reason, even after he had kept knocking for a long while, there was no response. He decided that she

hadn’t finished bathing yet and was still in the bathroom.

He fished out his phone to give Hartwell a call. ‘The man must be sick with worry right now!’ he thought.

But right before he was about to press the big green button, he changed his mind and sent him a text

message instead. He thought that Hartwell might be asleep at this time of the night.

“Blair is home. She is okay. You can rest now.”

Little did Wesley know that he was not the only one who had to suffer a drunk woman this evening.

Hartwell himself was having quite a headache because of his drunken wife. In fact, he was in a double

whammy since his day had been long and tiring at the office and now, Joslyn was drunk beyond the

bounds of consciousness. When he received Wesley’s message, he had just managed to coax Joslyn

into falling asleep.

In no mood for a Long discussion, he simply wrote, “Take good care of her.”

“Sure.”

Wesley pounced on the sofa, waiting for Blair to come out. Half an hour later, when he still didn’t hear

any sound from within her room, his face changed shade slightly. He walked over and knocked on the

door again. Still no response.

He could feel that something was not right. ‘It usually takes her forty minutes to bathe and a couple

more than ten minutes to dry her hair.

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But she has been in the bathroom for almost seventy minutes now. Even for a drunk girl, that is too

long.’ He unlocked the door, and saw that she was not in the bedroom. What was worse, there was no

sound coming from the bathroom. No running water, no nothing! Just an eerie silence.

He knocked on the bathroom door.

“Blair?”

He called out her name several times, but she didn’t make a sound.

Finally getting too anxious to handle the pressure, Wesley pushed the door open and barged in.

It was both relieving and infuriating to see the woman inside, sound asleep with her head leaning

against the bathtub. Her face was even redder than before because of the warm water, and she looked

like she had been in that position for a long time now. Wesley immediately looked away when he saw

her naked body. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and called out with his face looking

the other way, “Blair…Blair…”

She still did not make any response, so he had to go up and pat her face softly. Blair moved slightly,

and the next moment, she slid down into the huge bathtub.

Luckily, before she could drown, Wesley pulled her out like a flash of lightning. He then grabbed a towel

from the stand on the other side of the bathroom and wrapped it around her.

Only then did she wake up, most probably due to the sudden splash of water. In her sleepy and hazy

state, she saw Wesley. She pulled out her arms from inside the towel and held him tightly.

“Wesley.. murmured in a slurred voice.

Her voice sounded super sexy even in this state, and her nudity wasn’t helping. Wesley felt Like he

was going to explode with such a soft body in his arms.

He then began to stare at the wall behind her and tried to rinse the shower jell from her body. It was

hard because the gel was everywhere and needed to be wiped with his hands.

After he was done, he carried her out of the bathroom and tried to Lay her down. Blair was half sober

now after the thorough rinse.

“Wesley,” she called out sleepily.

Wesley’s private part was as hard as a rock by now, and he was trying very hard to not let anything

happen. He feigned an annoyed tone and said, “Shut up!”

Now grief soared up in Blair’s heart. Pursing her lips tight, she looked at him with her round doe eyes

and sobbed in a puppy tone, “You yell at me! You must hate me.“ She then pouted.

Sighing in defeat, Wesley lay her on the bed softly and covered her with a blanket. Now with her naked

body finally out of sight, he felt relieved and his voice softened.