Patty realized that Blair had a ready tongue. Part of her still thought that the girl was lying. She wasn't ready to give up on her Wayne yet. "Wayne, did you ever love me? Were you ever attracted to me? Even a little?" she asked.

"No, never." The brutal answer didn't come from her dream man, but Blair. "Isn't that obvious? Did you even have to ask?"

Patty ignored her and looked at Wesley. "Wayne?"

He stared back at her and then finally spoke. "I'm Wesley, Blair's Wesley. I've always loved her. Only her. And it will stay that way."

"You're so heartless!" Clutching her aching heart, Patty looked at him, devastated.

"You couldn't be more wrong. He is the most soft-hearted man in the world. He is only merciless to criminals and outlaws. If he is being cruel to you, that just means that you are one of them." Blair sized Patty up as she spoke.

The woman's face was waxy and sallow, and her eyes were dull, making her look like a user.

She did do drugs. Wesley knew it.

Just then, police sirens were heard approaching. Patty panicked. She gave Wesley an incredulous look and asked, "Did you call the police?"

"Yes," he admitted.

Patty's family had sent her away so that the police wouldn't find her. But soon after she had appeared in the parking lot, Wesley had secretly sent a message to the police from his phone.

She crunched down on the ground, covering her head with her hands, crushed and defeated. Now, she truly started to believe that Wayne didn't love her. He never did. He couldn't care less about her.

In less than a minute, the police arrived. Two policemen stepped out of the car and cuffed Patty, who now had no room to resist.

Before getting into the police car, Patty looked back at Wesley expectantly and asked, "Wayne, could you at least say that you love me? I want to hear it, even if it's just a lie."

That was the last thing Blair wanted to hear. But she had no cause for worry. Without any hesitation, Wesley turned to her, put an arm around her waist and said, "Let's go home."

Blair nodded in surprise.

'He is ruthless, as always, even more than when he had turned down my proposal in front of all those men, ' she thought with a sigh.

As she watched the couple leave together, Patty knew that it was over.

When they got to Wesley's apartment, he led Blair to one of his rooms and told her, "I'm planning to redecorate this room. What kind of style do you prefer? I'll have it done."

"Why do you want it redecorated?" Blair asked. The room had always been vacant and mostly unused. A redecoration seemed unnecessary at this point.

"This will be our bedroom," answered Wesley. They were married. They should be sleeping in the same bed.

Blair's eyes went wide. "Our bedroom? I don't want any such thing. Why did you even bring me here?" She was going to get things straight with Wesley in that parking lot and then leave immediately. How did she end up in his apartment?

Wesley held her close with a smile. "Okay, forget about the redecoration. Let's sleep in my bedroom tonight."

"I don't think so. I want to go home." Wesley was amused by her little tantrum.

"You told Patty that it was wonderful, remember? Why don't we create some wonder now?" he whispered into her ear. His words sounded more like seduction than persuasion.

Blair's face burned red. "No, thank you. I'm good. I was only talking about the past. And I was doing you a favor. It's too late now, even if you are mad at me about what I said to Patty. She is in jail already. If you miss her, you can get her out. I'm sure it's a piece of cake for you to do so."

"I understand why you said those things. Don't worry. I'm not mad." He actually thought she did great back there.

For the past two years, they had been living separately in two different cities. They had barely even talked, all for the sake of his mission. He couldn't take care of her at all. He felt guilty about that and he wanted to make up for all the lost time.

"I'm not worried. Let go. I'm leaving." Blair turned around and made her way towards the door to hide her embarrassed, angry face.

"Blair," he called.

"What?" Blair asked without stopping.

"I don't miss her. I miss you."

Blair's heart skipped a beat. "I don't care. Miss whomever you want. That's your own business."

Wesley was rendered speechless and he was surprised, because at that moment, she sounded just like him.

Blair changed into her shoes at the door. Wesley stood beside her and started changing into his shoes too.

"What are you doing?" Blair's face was a mask of confusion.

"I'll drop you home," he replied. If she didn't want to stay, he wasn't going to force her.

She was mad. No matter what he did for her right now, she would refuse. But he was a patient man. She would come around. Besides, she was already his wife.

He drove her home. Before she walked into the elevator, he said, "I'll drive you to work tomorrow morning." Blair's car was still in his apartment parking lot. Since he was on leave, he had time to drive her anywhere she wanted to go.

"No, thanks. I can take the subway."

Wesley sighed silently. "Go upstairs now." He watched the elevator ascend and didn't leave until her room was lit up.

Back in her bedroom, Blair peeked out the window.

After she turned on the lights, Wesley left. She watched until his car disappeared into the night.

Relieved, she sat on her bed and her thoughts drifted towards Wesley and their future.

Before he had come back, she had imagined all kinds of possibilities; but she had never thought that he would be so determined to get her back.

What would happen if she discarded all her worries and decided to be with him? She didn't know yet. The future was beyond her control.

She lay on the bed and reflected on what had happened earlier that day.

What Patty had said came rushing back to her. Blair had decided to give up on Wesley, and those words were nothing but meaningless promises Wayne had made to Patty. She knew that. But, she felt her stomach churn in jealousy nevertheless.

Blair had no idea what her next step should be. She had had a plan; but with Wesley in the picture now, her mind was a tumult. Her heart raced and betrayed her every time he was near.

She was bothered.

At last, she decided to put all these annoying thoughts aside and stood up to brush her teeth and get ready for bed.

Before Wesley reached his apartment complex, he got a phone call. He answered it promptly. "Hello?"

"Senior Colonel Li, Patty said she wouldn't say a word until you got here, and that she would tell us everything if you came."

Wesley was quiet for a second. Then, he turned the car around. "I'm on my way."

As Malcolm's granddaughter, Patty knew a lot about the gang. If he could get her to talk, it would be worth it.

When he got there, Patty was being confined in a solitary cell.

She remained expressionless when she saw him walk in. "Are you Wayne or Wesley?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

Wesley sat opposite her. "Does it matter?"

"Of course, it matters. Wayne is the man I love. Wesley is my enemy." She hated Wesley, because that man didn't love her. He cared about some woman named Blair and even joined in bullying her.

"I'm here now. Start talking," said Wesley.

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