Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 1702

“Uncle Wesley.” Megan was on the other end of the Line and she sounded Like she had a lot of time on her hand.

“Hmm?” Wesley asked in an absent-minded tone.

“I’m ready. When are you going to be here to pick me up? By the way, I haven’t had supper yet. Would you like to choose the menu tonight?” Her cheerful voice made Blair’s face turn a sullen shade. She didn’t want

Megan intruding their time.

After some consideration, Wesley said apologetically, “Megan, I’m busy right now. Can you ask Wood to drive you to my apartment? I’ll ask a chef to cook for you.”

Megan seemed rather disappointed when she heard that.

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“But Uncle

Wesley, you said you’d have supper with me. I don’t wanna dine alone.

Are you still busy working?”

“No, Megan. But I am driving right now.”

Megan paused for a while and then continued, “Uncle Wesley, if you don’t have anything urgent, will you please, please pick me up so I can stay with you. I swear I won’t cause you any trouble. I’LL be a good girl. I just don’t want to be alone. None of my classmates is willing to hang out with me. I feel so bored. Please…Uncle Wesley.” She began to play cute and sweet.

Blair couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Stop the car!” she demanded in a voice that cut across the hum of the engine and reached Megan’s side.

Megan asked curiously, “Uncle Wesley, who is with you?”

“It’s me, Blair,” Blair responded coldly.

“Ah, I remember you. You are Uncle Wesley’s neighbor. Uncle Wesley, I want to meet Blair too. Please come over and pick me up.”

“Hmm,”” Wesley finally agreed, and Megan hung up with a cheerful ton of thanks.

Blair was really annoyed. ‘She’s a bitch!” she thought.

Wesley turned the car around and began to drive towards a high-class housing estate. When they were driving past a convenience store, Blair suddenly said, “You go and pick her up. I’m thirsty. I’m going to buy a bottle of water.”

Wesley pulled over and watched as she got out of the car.

Buying the water only took a couple of minutes, but Wesley returned only after ten minutes, stopping the car beside Blair.

She reached out her hand to open the passenger door casually, but the window rolled down, revealing Megan’s smug face.

“Hi, Blair! Uncle Wesley told me that you were sitting in the passenger seat. But I get carsick if I sit in the back seat. I’m sorry. Will you please sit in the back seat?” Megan asked in a soft voice and flashed an apologetic smile, which made Blair sick to her core.

She looked at the girl, her face deadpan. Since she had already decided to give up on Wesley, she didn’t need to care about his feelings anymore.

“Sit on the car roof! You won’t get carsick then,” she mocked.