Chapter 607 We Aren''t Suitable


    As Megan walked away, so did ir''s mind. It began to roam about far and wide and then she could


    hardly focus on the posts she was browsing on Weibo.


    ''So Wesley really loves Megan...I should have known!'' She didn''t know why, but the thought pained her


    heart, even though she had her suspicions a while back.


    On boarding the ne, ir had bumped into Megan once again when she was walking towards the


    economy ss, located in the back of the ne. Megan was adjusting herself in the first-ss cabin.


    She was surprised to see ir and asked with a smile, "ir, are you in first ss too? What a


    coincidence, huh? Uncle Wesley booked a first-ss ticket for me too. Are we sitting together?"


    Wesley had booked a first-ss ticket for ir when she had first flown to Ennd to begin her studies


    there. Now she realized it wasn''t any special treatment he had given her. He had done the same for


    Megan. ir remembered forcing a polite smile and pointing to the crowded economy ss, most of


    the passengers over where, were still unsettled. "No, my seat is in economy. Goodbye, Miss Lan," she


    said honestly.


    During the entire flight, ir''s mind had remained preupied with the words that Megan had uttered.


    ''Wesley said no to my proposal without hesitation because he loves Megan, '' she finally realized.


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    So he wasn''t a good man. If he had Megan in his heart and loved her truly, why had he so actively


    kissed her?


    Oning to know about this side of him, ir had decided that she would forget Wesley and fall out


    of love with him.


    However, things had taken an unexpected turn. Later on in the South Mountain, she was trapped by


    the sh floods. When she was facing death, the only name that had popped up in her head was


    Wesley. In her desperation and potentially, herst moments, she couldn''t control herself and had sent


    him a message, which she had thought would be herst words in the world.


    But beyond her expectations, there had been a miracle. He hade to save her life, like a hero falling


    from the skies. He had brought life back to her, and her love for him was rekindled, crazier than ever.


    After that day, their paths had crossed a few more times. And finally, they had even moved into the


    same apartment. There had been times when ir had pondered over Megan''s words at the airport.


    She had a feeling that Megan was just trying to drive a wedge between Wesley and her, forcing them to


    misunderstand each other and draw apart. She had even boldly guessed that maybe Wesley had


    feelings for herself.


    Coming back from the retrospect, ir smiled bitterly. Such kind of ups and downs and twists and turns


    in her love life had made her suffer. When she finally calmed down, she looked at Wesley and told him,


    "Wesley, it took me all this time, but now I know that we''re not suitable—" She paused. To make it


    sound a bit ambiguous, she added, "—for living under the same roof."


    ''We''re not suitable for living under the same roof?''


    Wesley''s eyes dimmed a little. He asked in his usual stoic tone, "Why?"


    "We''re from twopletely different worlds, Wesley. We have nothing inmon." Wesley was a man


    of few words, and she remained quiet too. In fact, the two of them almost always remained silent when


    they were alone. But deep down, ir wasn''t really that quiet. She liked tough and enjoy. It was just


    that she was afraid of saying the wrong words and annoying him. She didn''t want him to hate her any


    more than she thought he did, so she chose to remain silent.


    Besides, he always treated Megan well and better than her. And regardless of whether it was about


    love or not, ir didn''t like that. Right now, they were having a quarrel because of Megan once again,


    and she was sure that it would never end as long as Megan was there.


    They''d had a few peaceful moments recently. She had felt good. Even though he only came back home


    once in some ten-odd days, she still patiently waited for him, with high hopes in her heart. But no


    matter how good her mood was, Megan would easily ruin it and her hopes.


    ir was no longer the same impulsive girl who had once pled for permission from her uncle to


    propose to Wesley, and done that in public. She was careful now.


    She had grown up over the past years and was a mature person. She wanted to take it easy in matters


    of love. An unrequited love wasn''t in her ns and she would give up a man if she had to.


    "What do you mean we have nothing inmon? That''s ridiculous." Wesley was dumbstruck. The idiot


    he was in topics of love, he had no idea what was going on.


    ir said nothing, unable to answer his question.


    He leaned back in the driver''s seat and looked at her, expressionless. He seemed to be pondering over


    something. When he opened his mouth again, he was speaking English. "Should Imunicate with


    you in English? Should I read ''To Live''—the novel written by Yu Hua—together with you? Should I read


    it TO you? Or should I cultivate a hobby of collecting all kinds of notepads and notebooks like you do?"


    ir stared at him with eyes wide open in shock as he spoke. She was impressed by his fluency in the


    she hadn''t been excellent in English, she wouldn''t have understood a single word he was speaking due


    to his native-like ent.


    She fullyprehended his words.


    How the hell did he know she was reading the novel "To Live?" And what about her hobby of collecting


    all kinds of notebooks? How on earth did he know that?


    Wesley didn''t let her ask all that. He simply put his hands on the steering wheel and when he spoke


    again, he had changed to Chinese. "It doesn''t matter if we have nothing inmon. If you don''t want


    to see me, that''s fine by me. I wille home less often. And when you have a boyfriend, I''ll let your


    boyfriend take care of you."


    ''Fine! So that means I must make a boyfriend ASAP. I will!'' she swore in her mind.


    When this topic was brought up, ir got even angrier and asked in a hugely sarcastic tone, "So


    should I go on blind dates now? If I can date someone as soon as possible, I won''t be a stumbling


    block and Megan cane live with you at the earliest."


    "This has nothing to do with Megan," Wesley replied patiently. Megan was Megan; ir was ir.


    There was noparison. He never put the two names together when he had to make a decision.


    ir didn''t buy it. She continued to confront him, "Megan told me you two are in love, but you always


    keep on rifying your rtionship with her. Who should I trust?"


    Wesley threw her a sideways nce. "I remember you being sure that I would never tell you a lie. Is


    that right?"


    ir searched her memory. ''Did I say that? Oh...Damn! Seems like I did say that once. I told him that


    he was a righteous man and never lied...'' she realized.


    Now she was out of words. She had been beaten by her own thoughts.


    "Can we just go home now?" Wesley enquired.


    ir bit her lower lip. What could she say now, except reply in affirmative? She had wanted to throw up


    a tantrum in front of him, but it hadn''t gone as she expected. She sat up straight in the passenger seat,


    as if conceding to him. But she still didn''t want to give up and said stubbornly, "You saved my life. But I


    won''t behave humbly in front of you just because you''re my savior."


    As he started the car, he replied coldly, "Yes, I know. It was my job to save you. You don''t need to thank


    me for that."


    "Huh? So in your eyes, it''s your job and duty to save people, right? So does that mean everyone you


    save means the same to you?" When she was saying the first sentence, she felt her heart aching for


    Wesley. He had always made saving and helping people his belief and life''s mission. She recalled that


    he had told her many times he was born to serve the country and its people.


    However, when she was saying the second sentence, she felt sad for her own self. He had saved her


    life twice—her parents'' incident and the sh floods. It looked like she was just one of the many people


    he had saved. And they both knew it: he would spare no efforts to save anyone regardless of who it


    was.


    It made no difference to him whether the person in danger was ir or aplete stranger. It was his


    duty to dive into death headlong and protect others. This realization upset her very much.


    "You''re right," he answered. That was the worst part. He didn''t try to deny her im.


    At that moment, ir''s heart broke.


    After a moment of silence, ir took a deep breath. She wanted to rify things. She asked him in a


    calm voice, "Colonel Li, can you tell me what exactly our rtionship is now?"


    She was thinking, ''We''re not neighbors, we''re not friends, and we''re not lovers. Then what are we to


    each other?''


    Wesley was concentrating on driving the car and didn''t answer; she didn''t press him. After a while, he


    finally seemed toe to a decision and told her, "Good friends."


    ''Good friends? Screw you! What kind of good friends will kiss each other so passionately? Pressing me


    up against a car!''


    ir was nearly angered to death by this idiot and his idiotic response.


    Oblivious to their problems, the car sped smoothly along the city road. ir closed her eyes and leaned


    back against the seat. She decided against speaking to him before they arrived at the apartment. The


    longer they were on the road, the slower would be his responses because his mind would be on the


    car.


    She soon felt the car slow down. She opened her eyes to look at the road and there weren''t any traffic


    lights in front of them.


    She tilted her head to look at Wesley. The man kept throwing nces at the front right while


    maneuvering the car carefully.