Chapter 623 The Piggyback


    Even though ir was struggling quite a bit, Wesley ignored that resistance and carried her out of the


    car.


    "Humph!" With a gruff mumble, she straightened her clothes and then made her way towards the


    elevator as soon as he put her down. She didn''t even seem to be in a mood to wait for him.


    However, she couldn''t get rid of him so easily. Wesley caught up to her and grabbed her arm.


    "What!" she almost roared, turning around.


    "You seem really short-tempered and hold in too many feelings. That''s not good for your health. You


    know what? Let''s take the stairs. The exercise is good for venting out some anger." She could be as


    troublesome as she wanted to be, but he was an expert in taming people.


    "No! I''m so not taking the stairs! You take the stairs! Let go of me, you jerk!" No matter how much she


    despised wasting energy on the stairs, she was taken to them anyway.


    ''Twenty-one floors! Forty-two flights of stairs! Damn this heartless, cold-blooded, overbearing tyrant!''


    Her legs started shaking at the very thought. "Wesley, if you really want to climb the stairs, go ahead


    and knock yourself out; but I don''t want to. I''m not a masochist. I want to ride the elevator. Let me go!"


    Wesley must have had some n in his head because he stopped at the bottom of the stairs to give


    her a chance to soften her tone before starting climbing. "What do you n to do tomorrow?" he asked


    again.


    "Sleeping!" She was still fuming. ''He is the devil.''


    That was it! The anger still hadn''t gone away! Holding her arm, Wesley started ascending the stairs.


    ir shouted behind him, "Wesley, it serves you right that you''ve been single for so many years. No


    wonder not a single girl likes you. You don''t deserve one! You don''t even know how to treat a girl!"


    Wesley turned around and asked her in a simple tone, "Aren''t you a girl?"


    Caught up in her fury, ir didn''t understand where his question wasing from. She had forgotten


    that she liked Wesley once upon a time. But still she retorted, "What a stupid question! Of course I am!"


    Wesley didn''t press further, but he seemed satisfied.


    When they reached the third floor, ir finally realized what he had meant. Panting, she tried to argue


    with him. "Nuh-uh, nice try! But I told you I was over you. Tomorrow, I''ll bring home a boyfriend to prove


    it to you. And he''s going to be much more handsome, taller, stronger, more thoughtful, and more


    sessful than you are. He is going to be perfect!" Even she had no idea what she was saying.


    "Okay," Wesley nodded calmly. To be honest, he would be really happy for her if she could find


    someone like that; if such a someone existed at all!


    When they reached the sixth floor, ir felt like she couldn''t breathe anymore, but she still couldn''t


    convince Wesley to let her go. And the fact that she had trouble breathing did not help her cause in any


    way since she could not speak.


    ''Boo...hoo... this evil man. How can he torture me like this?'' she thought sadly. The fury was slowly


    turning into sadness now.


    She let out a low sob, trying to hold back her tears. Wesley turned around and saw that her eyes were


    red. "What do you n to do tomorrow?" he asked once again.


    ir finally lost it all and yelled, "Wesley Li, if you keep forcing me to climb the stairs, I am not even


    going to go to paradise with you, even if you beg me!"


    Wesley ignored the roar and turned around to continue climbing.


    Four more floors up, when ir felt like she was going to fall down, his phone vibrated. ir heard it


    too.


    "Hi, Mom," he greeted Cecelia in his usual two-word sentence.


    "Wes, I hear that you''re off-duty tomorrow. Is that right?" Cecelia''s voice was loud enough to reach


    ir''s ears.


    "Yes," Wesley answered. But before the matter could continue further, ir''s eyes gleamed!


    ''It''s Cecelia! I''m saved, '' she thought. After taking a deep breath, she climbed up the three steps


    between them to quickly snatch his phone. Even though he wouldn''t give it to her, ir managed to get


    her voice through by shouting out loud, "Aunt Cecelia, help me! Your son is being cruel to me!"


    Wesley was speechless. He had no idea ir was going to y this card!


    Cecelia''s eyes lit up when she heard ir''s voice, even though her sentence wasn''t clear. "Son, is that


    ir? Are you with her? Put her on the phone. I want to speak to her. Hurry now."


    Wesley had no choice now. He had to hand his cell over to ir, who was gloating in glee now.


    Once ir had the phone in her hand, she felt like she could finally get justice for the torture she had


    been facing and started telling on Wesley. "Aunt Cecelia, I don''t know what I did wrong, but Wesley is


    punishing me for some random reason by making me climb to the 21st floor. On stairs! And he didn''t


    even let me eat. He also yelled at me."


    Wesley listened on with a poker face while ir made some false and some true usations against


    him. She was taking full advantage.


    Cecelia felt bad when she heard ir''s sad voice, and she wasn''t happy about the way Wesley treated


    ir either. In fact, from what she was hearing, he was being cruel. True it wasn''t easy for him to like


    someone, but now that he had feelings for ir, he definitely needed to treat her better. "There, there.


    Don''t be so sad, ir. Don''t cry! I am here, and I am going to give Wes a good tongueshing. You go


    take the elevator."


    "But I am scared, Aunt. And he won''t allow me to do that," ir continued in a timid tone, even though


    she was smirking much more dly at Wesley now, with her left hand on her waist. He looked at her in


    disbelief. This woman was unbelievable!


    "It''s okay. He will. Give the phone to him and I''ll talk some sense into the man!"


    "Okay. Thank you, Aunt Cecelia." ir returned the phone to Wesley with a happy expression that was


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    in total contrast to her timid tone.


    "Wes, what''s going on? How can you treat a girl like that? How do you even dare? Maybe you can


    easily climb so many stairs, but ir is a girl. Girls are delicate. They should be treated gently. That''s


    twenty-one floors. How can you make her do that?"


    Though her words weren''t so harsh, Cecelia sounded angry. As he was being scolded, Wesley didn''t


    exin. He didn''t even say a single word but merely kept on staring at ir.


    The trouble was, there was only one apartment on each floor in this building. What was more, for some


    reason, the elevator on each floor was exclusive to the person who lived there. This meant that ir


    couldn''t use the elevator on the tenth floor. Either she continued climbing or she would have to go all


    the way down!


    After listening to Cecelia''s scolding for a while, Wesley finally spoke and assured her, "Okay, Mom! I''ll


    carry her upstairs now."


    Cecelia was relieved. "That''ll do just fine. Remember, be gentle and thoughtful around girls. You need


    to take care of them and love them. Or you might end up being single your whole life."


    "No problem, Mom. That is exactly what I want. Bye!" Tired of Cecelia''s nagging, Wesley hung up the


    phone.


    He and ir stared at each other. Suddenly, it dawned on her what he had meant by "carry." ''Aww hell


    no!'' She couldn''t help shuddering. "If you carry me up on your shoulder, I''ll tell on you again!" she


    warned.


    Wesley sneered in response. He wasn''t afraid of his mom. What could she do once the deed was


    done?


    Despite ir''s screams and tantrum, he threw her on her shoulder and moved on.


    This wasn''t what she had been expecting. It was weird, awkward, and ufortable! When she had


    gotten drunkst time, he had carried her in his arms, not like this.


    Her head was swimming. But ittched onto one creative idea. "Put me down right now! Or I''ll make


    you sleep in my bed again tonight! I mean it! If you don''t sleep in my bed tonight, I''ll go out and get


    drunk again!" she threatened. That seemed to work; after all, Wesley had to suffer deeply thest time


    such a thing had happened.


    The next second, she was put down.


    ''Eh? My threat is working!'' ir let out of a sigh of relief and tried not to puke. Grabbing the handrail to


    steady herself, she looked at Wesley miserably and told him, "Leave! I don''t want to see you right now."


    Ignoring what she was saying, he turned around and squatted down. "Fine! Come on up!" he


    demanded. Come to think about it, every time when he wanted to punish her, he had ended up coaxing


    her into doing something SHE wanted. It was baffling! Like how did she manage to do that? Even a


    soldier like him was unable to tame this woman!


    ir climbed onto his back. "I have to say you asked for this. It was your idea to climb the stairs, and


    now it is you giving me a piggyback ride all the way up to the twenty-first floor." In retrospect, it was


    rather ironic!


    She also had to confess to herself that the man had incredible stamina. He carried her up from the


    tenth floor to the twenty-first without stopping for a breather.


    Deciding that she would give him a break, ir had even suggested that she could climb thest four


    sets of stairs when they reached the neenth floor, but Wesley had objected. "I said that I would


    carry you upstairs, and carry you upstairs I will," was his response.


    Finally, when they were back in their apartment, ir all but ran into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of


    mineral water from the shelf and handed it to Wesley. "Here, drink some water. Do you want it to be


    boiled?" As far as she recalled, he never had mineral water boiled. By habit, he merely unscrewed the


    lid and gulped it down.


    Wesley looked at the bottle in her hand and took it with a slight smile, his first one in a long while. "No


    need. But I can see that you''re a pretty good liar."


    "What?" ir was confused.


    Wesley took another huge gulp of water without responding to her words. He didn''t want to embarrass


    her further.


    Then she remembered that she had told him earlier there was no mineral water left in their home.


    Damn! "This is thest bottle," she said, trying to save face with an embarrassed smile.