Chapter 620 Crystal Sugar Heart


    Night had fallen, and the town was covered in a velvety darkness. Someone knocked on the door to


    ir''s bedroom. She sat up immediately. "Coming!"


    She opened the door to see Wesley standing there calmly. "We''re eating out, right?"


    "Oh, right. Give me a minute to change." It would look a bit weird to go to a restaurant in her uniform.


    She closed the door and entered the walk-in closet.


    Wesley sat on the couch, waiting. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. And then a quarter. Twenty


    minutester, ir finally opened the door again.


    From the amount of time she took, he expected that she''d be more made-up. But she had only


    changed her clothes. Nothing more. He didn''t understand how a simple outfit change could have taken


    so long.


    Just then, something dawned on her. "One more minute," she said.


    ''I don''t think she could do anything that only took a minute.'' Wesley felt defeated, wondering why it was


    so hard to get ready.


    In her bedroom, ir found the perfume Wesley had bought her, and applied some of it to her neck


    and wrists.


    Ten more minutester, they finally left the apartment. This took way too long, at least as far as the


    soldier was concerned. Wesley only had a few outfits. The patterns of his clothes varied, but he always


    wore the same color.


    ir wore a long white turtle neck with a slim waistline. It set off her slender figure and fair skin.


    When she walked beside Wesley, there was a distinct contrast between the colors of their skin.


    A long azure coat hung from her arm. She rocked a pair of fashionable, ckced martin boots.


    They went to Shining International za, which was close to the apartment.


    On the way, Wesley asked ir what she wanted to eat. She actually was in the mood for steak but


    figured that it might not be his cup of tea, so in the end she said, "I don''t know. Anything, I guess. I''m


    not a picky eater."


    Just like him, she wasn''t particr about food either.


    Wesley looked at her and asked, "Really? I know someone who doesn''t eat cabbage, carrots, towel


    gourd, pork, or duck. I wonder who that might be?"


    ''Sounds familiar. Oh, right. It''s me.'' ir blushed when she realized that. "I can eat them. I just don''t


    like them," she argued, feeling defensive.


    If she had to, she would eat them. When she went to the grocery store, usually she wouldn''t pick those


    particr vegetables.


    Wesley smiled and kept silent.


    They came to a restaurant in the Alioth Building. ir chose a window seat and sat down. Wesley sat


    opposite her.


    A waiter brought them a couple menus. "Your choice," Wesley said.


    "Me?"


    "Sure."


    "Okay." ir opened her menu. "Anything you don''t like? Vegetables or meat?" she asked as she read


    the menu.


    "Anything is fine by me. I''ll show you what a non-picky eater looks like." ir rolled her eyes at him.


    Wesley was dumbstruck. ''Huh? What was that for?''


    There were too many tempting dishes on the menu. ir wanted all of them, but she couldn''t. She had


    to take time to decide what she wanted most. And it wasn''t easy. Her mouth was watering and her


    stomachined about its empty state.


    Looking at her troubled expression, Wesley frowned. ''Is it that hard?'' Before long, he figured out what


    was bothering her.


    "It''s okay. You can order some things today and the others can wait another time." He had been waiting


    so long he started to have a nic fit, but this was a non-smoking restaurant. He touched the pack of


    cigarettes in his pocket and steeled his resolve. He could wait.


    Without raising her head, ir replied, "Ever since Joslyn got married, she can''t hang out with me


    anymore. Even when she has a little free time, I have to work. I''m alone most of the time, and I don''t


    want to eat here alone. It''s weird." Her tone was thick with disappointment and resignation. Sometimes


    adulting could be a bitter pill to swallow.


    Wesley announced, "I''ll take some time off. Then we can eat here again."


    That was a nice surprise. ir lifted her head abruptly, her eyes shone with excitement. "You mean it?


    You''ll take some vacation time?" It was like he never had any days off, at least that was what ir


    thought. Maybe one or two vacations a year at most, she supposed.


    "Yeah." Seeing the joy in her eyes, he nodded.


    "Great! You don''t get much bang for your buck here. I''m thinking of ordering these six dishes and a


    soup. Think that''s enough?" ir asked, showing Wesley what she had chosen on her phone.


    Wesley looked at it and said, "Good. Let''s order those first. If we''re still not full we can order more."


    She ced their order, and the waiter came and collected the menus.


    While ir had just started drinking the water, Wesley''s phone tinkled. A new message on WeChat.


    Reflexively, her gazended on his phone. Without picking it up from the table, he unlocked the screen


    to read the message.


    The message was from someone named Crystal Sugar Heart. "You had dinner yet?" the message


    read.


    And that wasn''t the first message she''d ever sent him. ir could see many other messages on his


    phone, like "Good night!" "Good morning!" "Take care of yourself." But Wesley seemed to have replied


    to very few of them. ir was not sure about the other messages, but he hadn''t interacted with the


    ones she saw.


    She put her ss down, and couldn''t help wondering who the mystery person was. Her gut told her it


    was a woman. ''That''s quite a few messages. Did she text him every day?''


    ir couldn''t even remember thest time she texted him. Come to think about it, she always


    contacted him for a reason. She never said good night or good morning to him, much less tell him to


    take care of himself.


    She felt like a loser after having that thought. She wanted to be with this guy, but she hadn''t shown


    much concern for him. She knew his job was dangerous, but she never asked him if he was alright


    after work.


    Now even she herself couldn''t believe she was like that. How could she expect Wesley to believe that


    she loved him? Guilt overwhelmed her. She felt like weeping. She took a drink to try and cover her


    emotions.


    Holding a ss of water, she stared at his phone, motionless, her mind elsewhere. Wesley noticed the


    change in her mood. ''Her eyes are red and ssy from tears, '' he realized.


    He was curious what was going on, so he followed her gaze and looked at his phone. The screen was


    disying the records of the conversations between him and Crystal Sugar Heart.


    Wesley''s heart tightened. He cleared his throat and said, "ir."


    She didn''t respond, barely moving.


    "Earth to ir," he called again.


    "Huh? Yeah, I''m here!" She came to her senses. Her heart was aching, but she tried her best not to


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    show what she was feeling. She set the ss of water back on the table and looked at him with wide


    eyes.


    Wesley was amused by her reaction, tilting his head to smile secretly. Then he began, pointing at his


    phone, "I don''t know her. She was a hostage I saved in a mission."


    "What?" ir blinked. ''Is he trying to exin?''


    "It''s true." Without saying anything more, Wesley deleted the woman''s WeChat records from his phone.


    ir watched as the messages vanished before her eyes.


    She was stunned. A thrilling feeling of joy flooded her heart.