NovelEnglishThere was no taking that one back.
The moment Talbot uttered that word, he realized something wasn’t right. He raised his head and saw Blair standing at the door to the kitchen.
“No, no, not you. I meant me. Our chief said he didn’t like me,”
Talbot said hurriedly.
Blair smiled and patted his shoulder.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“It’s fine. I know he doesn’t like me.” ‘He made that pretty clear, ‘ she thought, sad and dejected
“You already know?” Talbot asked with the utmost care.
Still, Wesley remained silent.
“Yeah. I’m the one with the crush. He probably has his pick. Are a lot of women into him?”
The two acted as if Wesley weren’t right there. Talbot nodded.
“Oh yeah. Don’t get upset. He doesn’t really date anyone. We’re used to it.”
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“Fine. Seems like I’m no different from any other woman, at least where he’s concerned. Hey, Talbot. Do you like fruit? I’m putting together a fruit plate,” she offered and opened the refrigerator
Talbot put the mop away and took the apple from her hand.
“Letmake it. I slice, I dice, but wait, there’s more,” he said, mocking the knife commercials. Blair laughed in delight at his wit.
Since Wesley had no feelings for Blair, Talbot decided to woo her. He thought he might have a chance.
“Con! I’m not disabled. You already cooked dinner,” Blair argued and took the apple back.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“No, mo! You’re still sick. Your arm is hurt, and you shouldn’t overextend yourself. I’ll make it,” Talbot said anxiously.
Before Blair could even say another word, Wesley threw the chopsticks into the sink heavily, spilling water on the floor
The two who were fighting for the apple turned to look at the angry man at the stime. While holding half of the apple, Talbot asked his superior innocently, “What’s going on, Chief?”
Wesley washed his hands under the running water and ordered, “You, wash the dishes!”
“Yes, Chief!” Talbot answered by instinct. He let go of the apple.
But Blair didn’t have a good hold on it either, and it dropped onto the floor, rolling in Wesley’s direction. She was about to pick it up, but
Wesley turned his foot sideways and kept it from rolling further.
“Get out! You’re not well, and you need your rest!” he spat. Then he picked the apple up, walked to the refrigerator and took out several other varieties of fruit.
‘Is he angry? Why?’ Blair really couldn’t figure out the reason he was so hostile.
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