Chapter 544 Her Fair Skin


    The words "handsome" or "beautiful" always get people''s attention. Hearing Joslyn say this, ir


    merely nodded and followed her into the crowd of students.


    Much to ir''s surprise, she discovered Wesley and the other drillmasters were onsite at the training


    ground.


    Wesley led the other drillmasters in regr military exercises, like lying down, crawling on the belly and


    crawling in different postures. Every soldier needed to finish a whole set of exercises.


    ir elbowed her way to the front row and watched them training with keen interest. Now the soldiers


    were practicing capturing techniques, roundhouse kicks, wrestling, throwing left and right hooks, and


    switching opponents. The crowd was excited by the show.


    Then the most interesting part: More than ten drillmasters surrounded Wesley, backing him into the


    metaphorical corner. He had no choice but to fight back. In the blink of an eye, all of his opponents


    were dispatched—thrown to the ground, or signaling they were unable to continue.


    The deafening screams from the crowd made ir''s ears ring. Nheless, she ignored it and locked


    her eyes on the handsome and capable man, eyes glimmering with admiration. The way Wesley took


    down his own men was so cool that she wanted to scream as well.


    Her anger towards him vanished into thin air. Shepletely forgot what she had said earlier. Drawing


    closer to Joslyn, ir whispered, "I take it all back. He''s so hot and I''m not giving up on him now." He


    was sharp-tongued. But his handsome face and his nearly superhuman ability outweighed his


    shorings.


    ''I knew it.'' Joslyn rolled her eyes at ir and said, "Good luck to you. If you can win over a guy like


    that, you''ll feel secure every night in his arms."


    Practically drooling, ir nodded and echoed her words, "Agreed."


    After a day''s sses, ir and Joslyn had dinner together and then went their separate ways.


    It wasn''t until she was back home that ir found her body temperature was a little high. She touched


    her forehead. It seemed like she had a fever.


    She sighed gloomily. One misfortune followed another.


    She was held hostage in the library, got heatstroke on the yground, scalded her arm at the cafeteria


    and now had a fever. Probably, the fever was caused by her burn. But she did have quite a week.


    Drained of energy, ir changed into her pajamas without a shower, and then climbed onto bed.


    She had just closed her eyes when the doorbell rang. ''Who is it now? It''ste, '' she wondered. After


    she trudged across her apartment, she pulled open the door. Wesley was there, gasping for breath like


    he''d just run a marathon.


    She guessed he must''ve taken the stairs, rather than the elevator. Expressionless, she said, "Hi, Mr.


    Li."


    Wesley threw her a quick nce. "Your uncle asked me to check on you."


    ''Uncle Adalson is so concerned about my love life. He helps out a lot, '' she thought, though her head


    was heavy and all she wanted was rest. ir merely nodded and added, "Thanks."


    She didn''t invite him in, and he really didn''t want to do that, either.


    He looked at her arm—she had thered some ointment on it. "How''s the arm?"


    "Better. I put some ointment on it. Thanks for your concern, Mr. Li."


    Wesley nodded his head. Before he left, he caught a glimpse of her bright red and weary face. Her


    eyelids drooped. She didn''t seem all right. But he didn''t press the issue.


    Watching him go back to his apartment and shut the door without giving her a second nce, ir


    smiled bitterly and closed her own door.


    She plodded back to her bedroom and hit the hay at once. She was fast asleep in no time, thanks to


    the fever.


    It barely seemed like she closed her eyes when a doorbell invaded her sleep. But it was faint. She


    wondered if she was dreaming. She kept her eyes closed and drifted off.


    Wesley stood outside her apartment and called Adalson. "Hi Uncle Adalson, what''s the password to


    ir''s apartment?"


    On the other side of the line, Adalson was stunned for a moment. "Why? What''s up? Is she okay?"


    Wesley thought of ir''s red face earlier and replied, "I know what I said, but something didn''t feel


    right. I''m ringing her doorbell, and she''s not answering."


    Adalson told him the password and reminded him, "Let me know!"


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    "Sure, Uncle."


    In her dream, ir felt a big hand on her forehead. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but


    no matter how she tried, she just couldn''t open her heavy lids.


    At the hospital


    Wesley silently watched the girl lying in the hospital bed. She was put on a drip. He called Adalson.


    "She has a high fever—39.8 degrees Celsius. Her burn wounds are infected. She''s been put on a drip


    in the hospital."


    Adalson frowned deeply. "39.8? Wow. She can''t even take care of herself? I''m busy these days.


    Hartwell just left the city and her parents..." He paused, let out a sigh and continued, "Wesley, please


    take care of her for me, for just a few days."


    Wesley looked up at the ceiling, baffled. After a moment''s silence, he promised, "Don''t worry, Uncle


    Adalson. I got this."


    After ending the call, he returned to the ward and sat down in a chair beside the bed. He fixed his eyes


    on the sleeping girl.


    He remembered how she red at him at noon. She was full of life then, but now shey motionless in


    the hospital bed, with an IV drop.


    When he checked on her the first time, she didn''t look that bad. The second time, she''d fallen into a


    stupor induced by the high fever.


    He felt so helpless. Why didn''t she take care of herself?


    After thinking for a moment, he stood up from his chair and grabbed a cotton ball. He dipped it in a


    ss of water and cleaned her wounds. After that, he applied the new ointment to her arm.


    She trembled a little in her sleep, maybe because it stung. Wesley adjusted his technique and did it


    more tenderly and carefully.


    He noticed theplexion difference between his arm and hers. Her skin was fair and creamy-white.


    It looked as soft as a baby girl''s arm.


    Wesley put the ointment away. Hardly thinking about it, he took her small left hand in his big one.


    It felt so soft and smooth. He had never felt anything like this. He totally lost himself in this special


    feeling.


    Niles hade to the military hospital with his teacher to attend a medical seminar. It wasn''t easy to


    get a chance to attend that seminar, so he had hurried here. He heard from an acquaintance that


    Wesley was there too. He asked the ward number and came to see his brother. When he was about to


    push the door open, he was taken aback at what he saw through the windows in the door.


    ''Oh my God! Will wonders never cease?


    That''s my idiot brother! And he''s holding a woman''s hand!'' Niles eximed in his mind.


    An idea popped up in his head, and immediately, he took out his phone, switched it to silent mode and


    aimed the camera at the pair inside.


    Wesley was supposed to be pretty savvy and aware of his surroundings. He was hard to sneak up on.


    But since he was so engrossed by the touch of ir''s hand, his guard was down. He didn''t know Niles


    was standing at the doorway, snapping pics.


    Suddenly, Wesley came back to his senses. Realizing what he was doing, he was flustered and


    dropped her hand at once.


    He shot to his feet and ran his fingers through his hair, annoyed.


    Niles carefully put his phone back into his pocket and politely knocked on the door beforeing in.


    "Oh! Hey, Wesley."


    Wesley wasn''t surprised to see Niles. Or if he was, he didn''t show it. Instead of exining anything, he


    said, "You came at the right time. Watch her. I need a smoke."