Chapter 599 Come To ir’s Rescue


    "Friends? Are you kidding me? Hell no! I don''t want to be friends with you. The only thing is, my mom


    likes you, so I will get back together with you no matter what."


    ir didn''t know how to respond to this. Her head had spun for a moment after hearing this remark.


    Miller had just said almost the same thing to her that Wesley had once said. "My mom likes you, which


    is why I''m nice to you." "My mom likes you, so I have to be with you."


    Though sad in a way, this remark was also highly infuriating. ir blurted out angrily, "So you want us


    to get back together just because your mom likes me. What the hell! Should I marry your mom then?


    She likes me so much, na?"


    "Why are you yelling at me? Of course I want you to marry me, and not my mom!" As far as Miller could


    recall, ir had always been a calm and sweet person. In fact, she looked even moreposed than


    him when faced with a problem. During the time they had been a couple, he had never seen her cross


    swords with anyone.


    But now, seeing just how mad ir was, Miller was seized by numerousplex emotions. But to save


    his face, he chose to put on the mask of a tough guy. Not that it was doing him any good.


    ir had had enough now. She ignored him, turned around, and began to walk towards the bus stop.


    But Miller picked up his pace and gripped her arm once again, refusing to let her go. "ir, if you don''t


    want to start over with me, fine. But pleasee inside and finish the meal with my mom. Then we will


    go our own ways," he pleaded.


    Actually, that had been ir''s n all along, but Gertrude''s remarks had infuriated her. Now she wasn''t


    in the mood to do that. "I have another appointment. Maybe next time," she replied, trying to release


    her arm from his grip.


    Sensing her reluctance, he insisted, dragging her a bit closer, "ir, please. Don''t let my mom down."


    ir felt that she was about to re up. God knew what would happen if she lost control on the road.


    Just then, a couple of cars pulled over near them with their blinkers shing. They had just passed by


    the building, and when the people in the cars had seen Miller badgering ir, they had turned the cars


    around and driven back.


    The two vehicles were eye-catching and very high. One nce, and ir already knew who hade.


    It had been half a month since she hadst seen Wesley. But being forced to dinner by a man was not


    how she had expected to meet the guy again.


    Wesley stepped out of the car with a furious stride and almost rushed over to ir and Miller. Talbot


    and his co-workers got out too.


    The sight of Miller holding ir''s arm made Wesley seethe. He could see that the woman didn''t like it.


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    "Let her go!" he demanded icily.


    Miller threw him a sideways nce and asked ir sarcastically, "You rejected me because of this


    guy?"


    In his eyes, Wesley was nothing. ir rolled her eyes at him. "It just didn''t work out between us. It


    doesn''t have anything to do with anyone else. Miller, let me go immediately. Or we won''t even be


    friends anymore!"


    Miller scoffed, "You know what? I thought you were pure and innocent. I thought you would be loyal. It


    turns out that you have been hooking up with this— Ah!"


    Before Miller could finish that insulting remark, a figure had dashed over towards him and smashed a


    fist into his face, sending him several steps backwards into the pavement. The assault was strong and


    sudden.


    As Wesley continued to badger punches at the man, Talbot and Lenard led ir to their group. The


    soldiers lined up in front of ir to protect her.


    Talbot then told her, "Last time, you defended us. Now, it''s our turn to pay you back."


    He was talking about the time when ir had pped the woman who had hit Wesley and Talbot. It


    was a long time ago, but it was nice to see that the men still remembered it.


    ir shook her head. "I appreciate it, but we''re on the street. It would make you guys look bad if people


    saw Wesley hitting someone. Go stop him." She didn''t want anything happening to them because of


    her personal affairs.


    Even though it was already dark outside, she didn''t want to risk them getting seen like that. There was


    always a chance that things came back and bit them on the ass.


    Talbot assured her, "Don''t worry. Our chief knows what he''s doing."


    By that time, Miller, who was 177 cm tall, had already received several punches from Wesley. Seeing


    that he was going limp, Wesley stopped striking the man and yanked him by the cor towards the


    flowerbed. "If I see you harassing her again, it won''t be just a few punches that you face!" he warned


    Miller.


    Having received a good dosage of Wesley''s fists, Miller swallowed his anger and nodded, his face


    bruised and his nose bleeding. "Okay, I won''t," he promised.


    Wesley walked away from him and joined the rest of the team. ir looked at Miller, who was lying on


    the ground, and stepped over near him. "Miller, thank you for being so nice to me in the past. But I think


    we should mind our own businesses from now on. I''m sorry."


    After that, she left the scene without even looking back.


    Miller watched her as she climbed into Wesley''s car. He got to his feet, anger rising in his heart. He


    was nowpletely convinced that ir had dumped him for Wesley.


    Originally, Talbot and Lenard were riding in Wesley''s car. Now that ir boarded it, both of them went


    back to sit in the other one.


    After the cars started moving, they began to gossip about their chief and ir.


    "Wesley is a really nerdy and horny guy. It''s crystal clear that he likes ir, but he just went ahead and


    kissed her without telling her that." After they had identally seen Wesley kissing ir that night, then


    by the time the night was over, everyone in the army had found out that Wesley had cornered a woman


    against his car and given her a long and passionate kiss.


    "Right. Chief was so angry just now. He definitely likes ir. Come to think of it, we were really lucky


    hate to think what else he would have done!"


    "But man, the question still remains; if he likes her so much, why didn''t he just say yes when ir


    proposed to him?"


    Bowman thought about it and ventured a guess. "I don''t think Chief is a nerdy guy. I think he''s really


    thoughtful. He always bears in mind that he is a serviceman and knows just how dangerous our tasks


    can sometimes be. I think he is worried that he can''t be with ir for the rest of their lives. But he cares


    about her and can''t stop that feeling. That''s why he acted the way he did."


    The others fell silent when they heard his words. Wesley had once remarked that his life belonged to


    no one but his country and people he was serving. If he had to choose between his country and his


    own happiness, he would choose his country without the slightest bit of hesitation. In fact, they were


    sure that the man would easily stay single his whole life if he had to.


    Thinking about their chief, they recalled how brave he had always been. He had never flinched in the


    battlefield. Difficulty had only made him try harder.


    At that moment, they actually understood Wesley.


    He was not afraid to express his feelings. He was just afraid that he couldn''t promise her the forever


    she deserved. He was also afraid that if they were together, she would live in fear every day, worrying


    about him. He believed that if a man really cared about a woman, he would do everything to make her


    happy and never let her live a life in the shadow of doubt and fear.


    And a good life wasn''t something that he could give her right now.


    Inside Wesley''s car, ir was sitting quietly in her seat, reflecting on what had happened a few


    moments ago. She wondered whether she would have agreed to take Miller back if she weren''t living


    with Wesley.


    After thinking about it for a while, she got the answer—no. There was no way she could do that.


    Not that she was unforgiving; she could forgive all of his mistakes, but not cheating. She wanted a


    faithful husband. And even if she chose to forgive Miller and take him back, she would never forget his


    betrayal. It would always remain an ugly scar in their marriage and would only lead to further tensions.


    "I have to take care of a few things tonight. I''ll drop you off and leave. You will have to fix yourself


    something to eatter," Wesley told her, breaking the silence of the car.


    ir broke out of her reverie and nodded. "Okay. No problem."


    "If something like that happens again, just give me a call. I am going to be there." He would drop


    everything and rush to her rescue as soon as he got her call.


    "I know. Thanks." She smiled.


    "You know what? I''ll give you several guys'' numbers. If you can''t reach me, call them. Any of them will


    help you out." Wesley started to recite the numbers from his memory.


    ir quickly typed them and saved the numbers on her phone along with the names of their respective


    owners: Damon, Curtis, and Carlos.