Chapter 707 Let’s Go Home


    Wesley heard the cops, he just didn''t care. He continued choking Patty. "I don''t give a damn about


    anyone. Except ir. I''ll beat you to a pulp if you keep pushing me. Start talking," he warned her.


    He released her, giving her a shove. She tipped back in her chair and slid against the wall. She


    groaned and slumped down.


    "I won''t kill you today, because you''re not worth it. I just don''t have the time." He had to go check on


    ir. Every second counted.


    Patty was left gasping. She had her hand to her throat as she defiantly red at Wesley, who was


    headed for the door. "If you leave, the police won''t hear a word from me!" she threatened.


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    Wesley turned around. "Think I care? I have ways to make you talk. The only reason I stayed this long


    was to soften the blow, because it seemed like you really cared for me. Now you ticked me off. You hurt


    ir, you''ll know what hell tastes like."


    Wesley left.


    And Patty was dragged away by some of his soldiers. When she saw the men in green uniform, she


    realized Wesley meant what he said. She struggled hysterically, refusing to go with them.


    But it was not up to her.


    They took her away, and everybody knew where they were taking her.


    It was said that at the army base there was an interrogation room designed for those too stubborn to


    talk. The methods used in that room would crack the toughest men, let alone a woman like Patty.


    Once Wesley got in his car, he started calling ir anxiously and repeatedly. Her phone was on, but


    she wouldn''t pick up.


    He located her phone via GPS. It showed that it was in her dorm. She was probably there too.


    So Wesley raced to her dorm. He found her phone but not the girl.


    "Not here? She say anything to you?" he asked her roommate.


    The woman shook her head. "I don''t know. I was video chatting with my family. I didn''t hear a thing."


    Wesley left with ir''s phone in hand.


    He went to the apartment security guard and asked for the camera footage. It showed that ir left her


    apartment and walked towards the gate to theplex. Like she was leaving.


    She stood at the entrance for a while and then turned right.


    After that, she was out of camera range.


    It took a phone call to the right people, but Wesley managed to get the footage from the street-level


    surveince cameras. Apartment security had no control over those. But from those, he was able to


    follow ir''s trail.


    An hourter, he was at the beach.


    He jumped out of his car, looked around, but saw no one.


    He was so worried and anxious he was sweating. ''Dammit ir. Don''t do anything stupid!'' he thought.


    It was practically 1 a.m. when he found her.


    She was sitting on a stone in her thin purple pajamas, looking quietly at the ocean. The rolling waves


    were in the embrace of the dark night, and her hair blew in the wind.


    A wave rushed in andpped the stone leaving behind foam as it receded. Water sshed on her


    pajamas; but she remained motionless, as if she had lost her ability to feel anything.


    Wesley let out a long sigh of relief when he saw her. He leapt onto the stone, took off his jacket, and


    draped it around her shoulders.


    She was frozen, shivering. He took her into his arms, kissed her forehead and said, "I''m so sorry." He


    shouldn''t have gone to see Patty.


    Then none of this would have happened.


    After a long while, ir snuggled closer to him and said with a smile, "Wesley, I knew you''d find me."


    Wesley held her tighter and said, "Let''s go home."


    "Okay." She said nothing else and asked no questions. Nor did she throw a tantrum. She stayed in his


    arms and let him lead her away.


    Wesley put her in the passenger seat and turned on the heat.


    Actually, it was already early summer. Pretty hot. But ir''s body was ice cold—like a corpse.


    So, even though he was sweating, he turned on the defroster so she wouldn''t get sick.


    Then he adjusted the seat until she wasfortable, and buckled her up.


    He started the engine and drove to the Eastern Coastal Apartments.


    By the time they hit the parking lot, ir wanted to get out of the car by herself, but Wesley insisted on


    carrying her out.


    ir didn''t turn him down. He carried her into his bedroom, put her on the bed, and tucked her in.


    She let him and put up no fight, shockingly. Lying in his bed, she closed her eyes and went right to


    sleep.


    Wesley was relieved.


    After closing the door quietly, he walked into the kitchen.


    The fridge was jam packed with food.


    He had thought ir would move back in, so he bought all this food. But it didn''t happen. Now he had


    no idea what to do with all these supplies.


    He called Cecelia. "Mom, can you ask Freda how to make cold-dispelling soup?"


    Wesley almost never got sick, so he didn''t know much about treating even themon cold. ir


    wasn''t strong enough, and she had stayed too long on the beach tonight. If she didn''t get warm soon,


    she would get sick.


    "What?" Toote. Cecelia was really sleepy. She didn''t hear him clearly.


    "Can you get Freda up?"


    "Why?" asked Cecelia, eyes still closed.


    "I need to ask her something."


    "Oh," Cecelia responded, and then it was quiet.


    Wesley knew she must have fallen asleep. He hung up resignedly and called Baldwin.


    Baldwin was already awake. He''d been jarred from his sleep by Cecelia''s ringtone. So, when Wesley


    called him, he answered it very quickly. "Hi, Son, what''s up?"


    "Dad, I need to speak to Freda."


    "Why? It''s the middle of the night." Baldwin sat up on the bed. He turned on themp, put on his


    sses and walked towards the door.


    "I need a recipe," Wesley replied.


    "Why sote? Did you juste back from a mission?" asked Baldwin.


    "No, I''m on leave."


    "On leave?" Baldwin frowned. He hadn''t known that before. "Then are youing out to visit?"


    Wesley was silent.


    He was still dealing with ir. He wanted to wait. "Maybeter. I''ve got stuff to deal with first. How is


    Grandpa?"


    "He is fine. He just wants a great-grandson."


    Wesley didn''t reply to that. He wanted a son too.


    That was why he wanted to wait before he went to visit his family. He wanted to have a baby first. He


    was hoping that when he visited his family next time, it would be him, ir, and their child.


    Baldwin went to the first floor as heined, "You want me to disturb Freda in the middle of the


    night just for a recipe? Can''t you just find it online?"


    "I did, and I read it. But it didn''t look right." Even the colors in the picture were off. He was dubious as to


    whether it was authentic.