NovelEnglish“Sorry, I never knew how to handle her,” he refused bluntly.
Irked by him, she said between gritted teeth, “You jerk! You just stand by and watchsink lower and lower.”
“Quit exaggerating. But whatever, I don’t care what you think.”
Blair closed her eyes to hopefully calm down and hold back her anger.
“Okay, okay. Then handa card. I want to buy your mom a gift. I’ll pay you back when I get a new phone.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWesley lifted his hands to show her the shopping bags.
“My wallet is in my pocket. Grab it yourself. My hands are full.”
Blair remembered the embarrassing scene at the supermarket last night.
To avoid any more embarrassment, she took the bags from him. Anyway they were just clothes and shoes, so the bags weren’t heavy at all.
“Now you can take out the bank card yourself.”
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Cecelia approached them.
“What are you two whispering about? Wesley, why is Blair carrying the bags? She’s a girl!”
Wesley explained, “I’m giving her a bank card.”
“Why?” Cecelia asked naturally.
Blair was worried. She didn’t think Wesley was a good liar and he might blurt out the truth. So she chipped in quickly, “Last night at the supermarket, I was about to swipe my card…but Wesley…already paid the bill… Then… I…put my bank card in his wallet, because it was raining outside I forgot to get my card back.”
Obviously, Blair was no better than Wesley at telling a lie. She stammered to make up a lexcuse.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut lucky for her, Cecelia bought her lie. She nodded to them and urged
Wesley to be quick.
Wesley gave his bank card to her. Now, with card in her hand, Blair finally had the courage to lead Cecelia to the brand shops that were suitable for the middle-aged mother.
In the end, Blair bought Cecelia a silk scarf as a gift. But the price was rather cheap compared to the things Cecelia had bought her. Blair tried her hardest to lead Cecelia into those gift shops. But the nice mother couldn’t pick out anything she liked.
Later, when they shopped in the cosmetics area, Cecelia was interested in a particular shade of lipstick. A saleslady brought a sample stick for her to try the color. Blair also tried on a warm-toned, Mocha lipstick shade. After applying it to her lips, she turned to the man who was waiting for them, and asked, “What do you think of this color?”
Wesley looked at the smiling woman in confusion and then focused on her moist, plump lips.
“Color? Isn’t every lipstick red?” he asked. He didn’t know about the colors, but he did want to kiss her lips right now.
Blair shook her head helplessly. Cecelia laughed and told Blair,
“You’re wasting your tasking him. He’s a typical guy.”
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