Chapter 1792

“You didn’t, but you didn’t say you wanted to either.” Back then, she had given him a few seconds to

think about it, but he didn’t reply.

Even though Blair was struggling quite a bit, Wesley ignored that resistance and carried her out of the

car

“Humph!” With a gruff mumble, she straightened her clothes and then made her way towards the

elevator as soon as he put her down. She didn’t even seem to be in a mood to wait for him.

However, she couldn’t get rid of him so easily. Wesley caught up to her and grabbed her arm.

“What!” she almost roared, turning around.

“You seem really short-tempered and hold in too many feelings. That’s not good for your health. You

know what? Let’s take the stairs. The exercise is good for venting out some anger.” She could be as

troublesome as she wanted to be, but he was an expert in taming people.

“No! I’m so not taking the stairs! You take the stairs! Let go of me, you jerk!” No matter how much she

despised wasting energy on the stairs, she was taken to them anyway.

“Twenty-one floors! Forty-two flights of stairs! Damn this heartless, cold-blooded, overbearing tyrant!’

Her legs started shaking at the very thought.

“Wesley, if you really want to climb the stairs, go ahead and knock yourself out; but I don’t want to. I’m

not a masochist. I want to ride the elevator. Let me go!”

Wesley must have had some plan in his head because he stopped at the bottom of the stairs to give

her a chance to soften her tone before starting climbing.

“What do you plan to do tomorrow?” he asked again.

“Sleeping!” She was still fuming. ‘He is the devil.’

That was it! The anger still hadn’t gone away! Holding her arm, Wesley started ascending the stairs.

Blair shouted behind him, “Wesley, it serves you right that you’ve been single for so many years. No

wonder not a single girl Likes you. You don’t deserve one! You don’t even know how to treat a girl!”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Wesley turned around and asked her in a simple tone, “Aren’t you a girl?”

Caught up in her fury, Blair didn’t understand where his question was coming from. She had forgotten

that she liked Wesley once upon a time.

But still she retorted, “What a stupid question! Of course I am!”

Wesley didn’t press further, but he seemed satisfied.

When they reached the third floor, Blair finally realized what he had meant. Panting, she tried to argue

with him.

“Nuh-uh, nice try! But I told you I was over you. Tomorrow, I’ll bring home a boyfriend to prove it to you.

And he’s going to be much more handsome, taller, stronger, more thoughtful, and more successful than

you are. He is going to be perfect!” Even she had no idea what she was saying.

“Okay,” Wesley nodded calmly. To be honest, he would be really happy for her if she could find

someone like that; if such a someone existed at all!

When they reached the sixth floor, Blair felt like she couldn’t breathe anymore, but she still couldn’t

convince Wesley to let her go. And the fact that she had trouble breathing did not help her cause in any

way since she could not speak.

“Boo…hoo… this evil man. How can he torture me like this?” she thought sadly. The fury was slowly

turning into sadness now.

She let out a low sob, trying to hold back her tears. Wesley turned around and saw that her eyes were

red.

“What do you plan to do tomorrow?” he asked once again.

Blair finally lost it all and yelled, “Wesley, if you keep forcing me to climb the stairs, I am not even going

to go to paradise with you, even if you beg me!”