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Burning Passion: Love Never Die

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“Yes.”

“What is it? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No, my belly’s hurting. I need a restaurant,” she said innocently.

Wesley felt defeated. Just as he was about to refuse, Blair cut in, “My treat. It’s the least I can do. You saved me.”

“I’m a soldier. It was my duty.” Wesley wanted to leave.

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Blair added, “My uncle asked you to check on me. I’m starving. Are you really going to just walk away?”

“Is that a threat?” Wesley hated being threatened.

Blair shook her head like a rattle.

“No, no. It’s okay if you don’t want to have dinner with me. Tell you what-go home, shower, change. I have enough here in the house. I’ll cook dinner. Cover, make sure

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I’m fine, and then you can take off again. What do you say?”

Wesley gave her a long Look and turned around without a word to go back to his apartment.

“Hey, yes or no? You haven’t givenan answer yet.“ If he agreed, she would go to the kitchen and start cooking now.

Wesley opened his door and turned around impatiently.

“We’ll see.”

“He is as cold as an iceberg, ‘ Blair thought.

The next tsomeone opened her apartment door, Blair was in the kitchen, ready to saute some vegetables and meat.

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Wesley had changed into casual clothes. Standing at the door, he asked,

“You ever Lock your door?”

Blair answered without turning back, “Not really here. No one else lives on our floor. Why bother?”

It’s just you and me

Then, Wesley lectured her as if he were talking to a child.

“It’s dangerous. You don’t know who else might walk in.”

“Okay, okay. Fine. Any foods you don’t like?” asked Blair as she poured scooking oil into the wok after putting it on the stove. Before he answered, she muttered, “Probably not. My uncle said one time you guys had to eat grass to survive. I can’t even!”

Wesley was reduced to silence. ‘Eat grass? What are we? Sheep?’

While Blair was cooking in the kitchen, Wesley Looked around her Living room. It Looked quite safe. Adalson might have helped set the place up.