Chapter 642 Not In The Face


    Baldwin followed Cecelia and walked out of the bedroom as well. But he didn''t enter ir''s bedroom.


    Instead, he just stood at the door.


    Spotting Cecelia, ir got off the bed quickly and stood respectfully. "It''s nothing, Aunt Cecelia. Niles


    and I were just talking," she exined.


    "Mom, help! My brother''s trying to strangle me! Just because I talked to ir!" Niles cried, his face red


    from not being able to breathe.


    Cecelia rushed over to stop Wesley. "What are you doing? Let go of your brother!"


    But Wesley decided to disobey. "He''s sleeping in my room tonight!" he dered coldly.


    "Huh? What? Noooooo!" Niles howled desperately.


    "Niles has his own bedroom. He can sleep there," Cecelia said, shooting Wesley an odd look. Thinking


    of what Niles did, Wesley wanted to use him for target practice.


    "I need to watch him like a hawk! If I don''t, he''ll climb onto ir''s bed again!"


    Baldwin and Cecelia were shocked to hear that.


    "ir, help me! Tell him nothing happened. I was just ying with my phone on your bed," Niles


    pleaded.


    ir nodded. The key point she wanted to stress was, "Nothing happened between us."


    But all Cecelia heard was, ''Niles was on ir''s bed!'' ring up, she pped Niles'' arm and snarled,


    "Why were you on ir''s bed? Your own room too small?"


    "No, Mom, we were just talking," Niles exined, gasping for air.


    Wesley was tired of listening to him. He hauled him out of ir''s room by the cor. "Wait! My phone!


    It''s still on ir''s bed!" Niles shouted as he was dragged out.


    On ir''s bed... that didn''t go over well.


    His parents rolled their eyes at him.


    They both were pushing for ir to be Wesley''s girlfriend. They didn''t want anything going wrong.


    What Niles did was inappropriate. So they wouldn''t stand in Wesley''s way.


    Niles'' screams reverberated across the hallway. "Come on man, you''re my brother. Cut it out! She''s not


    even my type. You know I like thin chicks with big boobs and a tight ass. We just talked! Ouch! Not in


    the face!"


    Keith''s room was opposite Wesley''s. Themotion disturbed him. He got out of bed and was going to


    check what was going on. When he heard Niles'' scream, hey down again. He was sure that his


    younger grandson must have done something wrong.


    ir was still in a daze. All of this was too much for her to take in. She was mortified, especially under


    the stern gazes of the Li family. She had only been there one night. And she wasn''t the only one—


    Cecelia was embarrassed too. "Don''t mind Niles. He didn''t mean anything by it. He just doesn''t use his


    head sometimes."


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    ir shook her head and replied, "It''s fine, Aunt Cecelia, really. Niles didn''t do anything. We just


    talked." She and Niles hit it off, but they would never be a couple. When they hung out, there was no


    attraction there, no sparks. They were just two friends.


    Cecelia was relieved. "Good to know. Get some sleep. I''ll have the cook make you a nice breakfast.


    You''re way too thin and need to eat more."


    "Okay. Good night, Aunt Cecelia, Uncle Baldwin."


    When everyone had left the room and she was finally alone, ir called Wesley. He picked up fairly


    quick. "Wesley, Niles did nothing wrong," she pleaded. "Just leave him alone!"


    "Okay," he replied, looking at Niles, who had been tossed onto the couch. He knew his younger brother


    too well to believe he would cross the line with ir. It was just that what he saw when he came in


    pushed him over the edge.


    ir let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, good night. Just promise you won''t hit Niles."


    "Why are you so protective of him?" Wesley asked.


    "I''m not. I just don''t want you to beat my friend to a pulp." Wesley''s fierce fists versus Niles'' delicate,


    smooth skin. ir didn''t think Niles had much hope of surviving the night.


    "Got it." Wesley hung up.


    Niles cringed on the couch and asked in a fawning tone, "Was that my sister-inw?"


    Wesley shot him a cold look. "Quit calling her that."


    "I know I know. You don''t like her, yadda yadda yadda. I''ve heard it before. Am I right?" Niles asked


    with a snort. He was fed up with his brother''s denial, deciding if Wesley said yes, he''d say something.


    However, Wesley walked straight into the bathroom, without saying a word.


    When he walked out again, Niles was lying in bed, ying games on his phone. Seeing Wesley, he put


    his phone aside and told him excitedly, "Hey, I have an idea."


    "Fire away." Wesley took off the towel wrapped around his waist and was about to put on his pajamas.


    "Whoa!" Niles eximed when he saw his brother''s build. "Bro, you''ve been working out! But those


    scars! Look, man. I know stic surgeons. I can make an appointment for you if you want. You can get


    those scars removed and be a model after you retire from the military. I''ll be your agent. We''ll


    make so much money we could stuff a mattress with it. Hahaha!"


    Niles looked as if he were seeing tons of bank notes flying towards him. His eyes glittered with greed


    and excitement.


    Wesley put on his pajamas in silence. When Niles was back to ying on his phone, the soldier tackled


    him, held him face down on the bed, a knee in his back. "Ow! Quit it! I was wrong!"


    Niles pleaded a long time before Wesley finally let him off.


    But Niles never learned his lesson. Wesley released him and was going to march him into the


    bathroom, but the younger brother spoke again. "You''re always beating me up. How about you let up


    and I''ll teach you how to chase girls? Come on! Don''t stare at me like that. I can help you ir. Eh?


    What''s with the fist? Ah!"


    The older brothernded a punch on Niles'' jaw. But Wesley wasn''t done. He raised his fist to hit him


    again. To save his life, Niles threatened, "If you hit me again, I''ll send this video to ir!"


    He lifted his phone to show Wesley what he was talking about.


    But Wesley ignored him. He continued raining blows on him, this time on his back. Niles clicked on the


    video and shoved his phone close to Wesley''s face.


    The video he was ying made Wesley stop. It was set in a hospital ward. iry in the hospital bed


    unconscious. The soldier sat by the bed, stroking her hand.


    Seeing the video, Wesley snatched Niles'' phone away from him and bellowed, "How could you record


    this, you creep!"


    Niles cringed into a corner as Wesley deleted the video. "I have another copy. Unless you beat me to


    death tonight, I''ll send this to ir even if I have to use myst breath. I''ll let her know what a hypocrite


    my big brother is. Humph!"