Dragged by Wesley, ir felt embarrassed as they walked through the crowd of students. But the pain


    in her arm was so intense she could scarcely put up a fight. Bowing her head, she just Let him take her


    to the sink.


    Joslyn pondered her options, but in the end, she decided against following them. ir was alone with


    the man she loved. Why was she to get in the way?


    She then turned around to get even with the boy student. Lenard had told the boy to pour some mineral


    water onto his slight scald. Joslyn told him off angrily, “This is the school cafeteria! Why would you run


    around like a wild animal in here? Do you know what you did to ir?”


    The boy student didn’t mean to hurt ir. He felt guilty and apologized quickly, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t


    mean to. Sorry…”


    Before she could harangue him more, a girl student suddenly interrupted her and asked curiously,


    “Joslyn, what is it with ir and Wesley, anyway? He seems to care for her a lot.”


    “I know, right? He carried her to the clinic when she got heatstroke the other day. He even stayed there


    with her!” another girl said.


    So now they were gossiping about ir and Wesley.


    Wesley’s men wanted to go over and check on ir’s wound. But hearing what the girls had said, they


    all froze on the spot and contented themselves with just watching at a distance.


    The two had already reached the sink. Wesley had turned on the faucet and ced ir’s arm under


    the running water.


    They observed their leader carefully. His face wasn’t as cold as usual, but instead, there was a hint of


    tenderness.


    Wesley’s men couldn’t believe their eyes. They stopped staring and averted their eyes, not wanting to


    be caught looking.


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    “Could it be true? Is he a softie?”


    Bowman felt hard to believe it.


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    “Could be…” He had never seen Wesley treat a woman like this.


    Although, as soldiers, they didn’t see too many women, Bowman saw how


    Wesley behaved around Megan. This was different. They used to tease him about Megan, and Wesley


    would silence them with his death stares.


    Not privy to Bowman’s thoughts, Joslyn merely red at the nosy girls and said, “Why are you even


    talking about this? Can’t you see ir’s hurt?”


    The girls felt a Little guilty. Begrudgingly, they went back to their seats to continue eating.


    But Wesley and ir were unaware they’d drawn any attention to themselves. They were more


    concerned with healing her burns. When ir bowed her head, a few teardrops fell into the sink, joining


    the running water from the tap.


    “Thanks. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know what I’d do,” she said, trying to sound as calm as possible.


    “It’s okay.” He noticed the tears, and his face turned grim. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know


    what to do next.


    He had seen women cry many times. Each time he went on missions, he would see tons of women


    crying hysterically in the face of danger or catastrophe. But all he needed to do was make sure they


    were safe. He wasn’t ordered to help them feel better. This wasn’t something he was used to.


    He saw Megan cry, too-a lot. The tiniest thing would open the floodgates. But most of the time, when


    Megan cried, he would let Damon handle it or call Curtis, the patient gentleman, tofort her.


    Watching ir, he had an overwhelming desire to do something or say something. So he tried.


    “Hey…hey…you were held hostage with a knife to your neck. You were brave then. Why are you crying


    now? It’s just a little scald. Maybe you’re not a fan of my first aid skills…”