Chapter 679

Wesley drove around on the streets aimlessly. He couldn’t stop thinking about that woman.

When his mind finally came back to the present, his car had already come to a stop at the entrance of a

run-down housing estate.

This was where her fiance lived. Wesley had heard that she was pregnant. She was only twenty years

old. But she was willing to have a baby.

The man she was going to marry was several years older than her and had no money or power. Why

was she willing to marry him? Was she happy with him?

Wesley parked the car across the street and killed the engine. He rolled down the window, lit his

cigarette and took a drag on it.

Several people came and went through the entrance.

After a long while, a cab came to a halt at the entrance. A man in his late twenties walked out.

A woman of the same age got out of the cab, following him. They walked into the housing estate

together intimately.

Wesley squinted his eyes at the sight. The man Looked Like her fiance.

But in his arms was another woman. ‘I thought she was living a happy life after she Left me. Looks Like

that is coming to a shattering end.’

A sad smile crept over Wesley’s Lips.

He took out his phone and called someone.

“Find a way to make her come to her fiance’s place right away.”

Twenty minutes later, a bus stopped near the entrance of the housing estate. As the bus left, a

flustered girl sprinted towards the entrance.

Wesley frowned. ‘Isn’t she pregnant? How is she able to run Like that?

Does she have a death wish? Or is she trying to kill the baby?‘

Without giving it much thought, he got out of his car and followed her inside.

She dashed through a door and took the stairs to the second floor. From the first floor, Wesley could

hear her insert the key and open the door to her fiance’s apartment.

Soon enough, angry voices came from inside. The man said, “She came here for work. Can you stop

being so paranoid?”

Then Wesley heard a familiar female voice.

“Work? Who does their work in the bedroom? I can see how messy the bed is! Do you think I am blind

or do you take me for a fool?” she retorted furiously.

The apartment was quiet for a few minutes. Next thing, the door was slammed shut, and hasty

footsteps were heard rushing downstairs.

When she reached the first floor, Blair Johnson put her seven-decimeter-long suitcase on the floor and

tried to drag it out of the building.

A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“Ah!” she gasped in surprise. But she quickly regained her composure when she saw the familiar army

uniform.