Chapter 539 The Ride


    Wesley was annoyed. He had never met a woman as troublesome as ir. "Get up!" he ordered


    harshly.


    ir sat up on the bed.


    The next thing she knew, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her off the bed.


    "Ow! You''re hurting me!" she cried out.


    Wesley looked down at her wrist and realized that he was holding her where the needle had been


    pricked when she was on an IV drip. "I''m sorry," he said with a frown.


    "I told you I wouldn''t be able to finish the five-kilometer run, but you insisted I run. Because of that, I


    ended up having heatstroke, and you are still so mean to me. Wesley, I''m a girl, not a military man,"


    ir protested.


    Herst sentence was a reminder. It struck him that she wasn''t as tough as the soldiers he trained


    every day. He couldn''t treat her the same way he treated them.


    Just as she was expecting someforting words from him, he bent over, picked her up and threw her


    over his shoulder. ir shrieked.


    As he passed the side-table on his way to the ward door, he grabbed her medicine and tucked it into


    his pocket.


    The college doctor was prescribing some medicine to a student in his office. He happened to see


    Wesley carrying ir on his shoulder as he walked by his office. His eyes widened like saucers in


    shock.


    He walked to the door immediately in the hope of reminding Wesley that he wasn''t supposed to treat a


    girl so roughly, let alone a patient who had recently had heatstroke.


    But he wasn''t quick enough. By the time he reached the hallway, Wesley was already out of sight.


    Lying upside down on Wesley''s shoulder, ir''s head swam uncontrobly. And the jolt made her


    nauseated. She felt like puking. But before she could say anything, she was stuffed into a car.


    Wesley got into the driver''s seat and started the vehicle. As the car slowly left the university, ir felt a


    little better and realized that she was in a ck Hummer with premium equipment.


    She looked around the car and asked, "Is this car yours?"


    "Hmm." He gave her a lukewarm response.


    "Where did you get the money for this?" Considering his age and position, she didn''t think he could


    afford it.


    "A friend gave it to me as a gift," he said.


    "Who was it? Obviously, you have some rich friends." She wished she knew some moneybags who


    was generous enough to give her a Hummer.


    Wesley wasn''t in the mood to answer her. But then it dawned on him that maybe she would decide to


    chase his loaded friend instead of pestering him, so he said, "Carlos Huo."


    "Oh, I don''t know him." She had never heard of the name before. Besides, ir only had eyes for


    Wesley. Other men just didn''t attract her attention, no matter how exceptional they were.


    She didn''t ask any more questions about Carlos. Wesley was disappointed. But he didn''t say anything


    else and focused on the road.


    Soon, the car pulled into Hillside Apartments. After parking the car in the underground parking lot,


    Wesley got out first.


    He opened the back door for ir and stood by the car, waiting for her to get down. She was about to


    jump down, but then changed her mind. "Your car is too high."


    Wesley checked the height and thought, ''Too high? Are you serious?'' Not wanting to argue with her


    anymore, he put his hands around her waist and carried her out of the car as if he were carrying a


    child.


    ir was left speechless. She had imagined her prince charming carrying her in his arms like a


    princess. Not this. She rolled her eyes.


    Before he could put her down, she wrapped her legs around his waist and put her hands around his


    neck.


    In case she fell, Wesley closed the car door with one hand and held her waist with the other.


    "Get down," he demanded.


    "No, I''m sick," she refused, burying her face in his chest.


    "I''ll let go of my hand."


    "Fine."


    Wesley really let go, but ir didn''t. So in the end, she clung on to him like a ko holding on to a big


    tree.


    Her softness and fragrance stirred up his buried feelings. The attraction was getting stronger. To


    conceal his emotion, he pretended to be mad and red at her. But she wasn''t looking at him. "I''m a


    patient. I don''t feel well," she kept saying.


    They were in a deadlock for two minutes. Wesley had only two options—either he took her upstairs like


    this, or he somehow made her get down. Finally, he made his decision. He wrapped both of his arms


    around her waist and made his way to the elevator.


    ir shed a triumphant smile.


    The elevator arrived at the sixteenth floor. When they reached her apartment, ir got off him and said


    sweetly, "Thank you for bringing me home. Bye."


    At this point, she didn''t look like a patient at all.


    Wesley took her medicine out of his pocket, gave it to her and left without a word.


    In the parking lot, he opened all the car windows to air out her fragrance.


    He lit a cigarette and smoked while he waited for her scent to disappear. When it was about done, he


    stubbed out the cigarette and got into the car.


    Determined to find out why she hadn''t met Wesley in the elevator in the past few days, ir got up


    early the next morning and waited at the elevator on the sixteenth floor.


    She wasn''t going to leave until she met him. And she did meet him this time.


    It turned out that he had been taking the stairs.


    She was surprised. If it were her, she would have been exhausted after climbing sixteen floors. But


    Wesley looked fine. He was only panting lightly.All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    As if ir were invisible, he walked by her without saying anything and went towards his apartment to


    open the door.


    Before he could close the door, the elevator doors opened with a ding. ir wondered who hade


    to their floor so early in the morning.


    A girl in a school uniform appeared. Seeing Wesley, who was about to close the door of his apartment,


    she ran to him as she called, "Uncle W— Who are you?" She paused when she saw ir.


    ir recalled that this was the same girl who had been to Wesley''s ce the other night.


    Wesley saw Megan. He called, "Megan,e in."


    "Okay. Uncle Wesley, who is she?"


    "My neighbor," ir heard him reply.


    "Oh, that''s why she is here." Megan gave ir one more look as the door was shut behind them.


    All of a sudden, ir felt like what she had been doing all along had been pointless. She had been


    trying so hard to pursue him, but to him, she was only a neighbor. Not even a friend.


    She had been so forward with him, giving him all kinds of signals, but he remained indifferent towards


    her.


    ''Maybe he really doesn''t like me. I''m such a loser.''


    That evening, ir had dinner with Hartwell. She told him what had happened in the library. He picked


    up some food from the bowl and put it on her te. Then he said, "I heard that you had heatstroke


    yesterday. It''s been really hot outsidetely. And as a junior, you don''t even have to attend the military


    training. So, why were you running in the sun?"


    ir wasn''t surprised that Hartwell knew about her sunstroke. "Our substitute guidance counselor has


    been picking on me, so I mixed up some paint and told her that it was coffee. I convinced her to drink it.


    She was pissed, and made me and Joslyn do a five-kilometer run in the sports ground. The worst part


    was that she left us in the hands of the well-known, devil-like military instructor, Wesley. You already


    know what happened after that—I got sunstroke."


    "Wesley?" Hartwell frowned. "He is known for being harsh, but every one of his soldiers turns out to be


    excellent. I''m not surprised that you got sunstroke if he was your military instructor."


    "Me neither," ir seconded.