Do His Laundry

'Oh God! My face...'

Blair turned around to show her back towards Wesley and rubbed her face in an attempt to wipe off the stain. To her disappointment, the more she rubbed her face, the larger the stain became.

The elevator reached the sixteenth floor soon, but Blair was still dealing with the stain on her face. Wesley waited for her to walk out first, but she didn't move at all.

He had to walk past her. When he was out of the elevator, he stopped and turned to look at the girl. "We're already on the sixteenth floor. Are you coming out or not?"

Blair wasn't expecting him to talk to her. She raised her head and asked in confusion, "Are you talking to me?"

Wesley raised his brow. He was trying his best not to laugh out loud. He coughed to hide his snicker and remained his usual self. "Is there anyone else here?" he asked coldly.

Blair saw the door of her apartment and then realized that she was home. "Sorry. I didn't realize it."

She walked out and headed to her apartment. When she heard Wesley open his door, she turned around and asked, "Wesley, are you—" She wanted to ask whether he lived alone, but then decided otherwise. "Did you eat?"

"Yes," he simply answered.

"Okay." Blair nodded, but before he could leave, she asked again, "Are you full?"

Wesley didn't know how to respond. It was the first time that he had seen someone so silly. 'She is not like her uncle at all, ' he thought.

Realizing that she had asked a dumb question, Blair gave him an embarrassed smile and said, "Uh...bye."

Their doors shut at the same time. As she leaned against the door, Blair wanted to slap herself. 'Silly woman! You ruined the meeting!' she cursed herself inwardly.

She then threw herself onto the sofa, her mind running wild.

After getting some rest, she went to the bathroom to take a shower. But the moment she saw herself in the mirror, she shrieked. She had forgotten about the stain on her face completely, and had been talking to Wesley with that on her face.

'Waah... This is so embarrassing!'

After washing her face, she decided to go to the supermarket to buy some fruits. She strolled towards the elevator; she didn't think Wesley would go out anywhere at this time.

She was right. She bought some fruits and came back home, but didn't see him again.

She went to the kitchen, washed the fruits, sliced them and put them onto a plate, arranging them in a beautiful way.

Two minutes later, she mustered up some courage and knocked on Wesley's door.

The door was opened pretty quickly. Wesley seemed to have just taken a bath. Drips of water rolled down his hair. He had a towel wrapped around his waist.

Blair stared at his well-shaped body in a trance. His wet abs made her drool.

There were scars on his bronze-colored skin; each of them represented his brilliant achievement.

Blair's heart ached when she saw the scars. In a sad voice, she asked, "Did it hurt?"

Wesley frowned and asked impatiently, "What do you want?"

Blair snapped out of her reverie. Biting her lower lip, she raised the fruit plate and said, "I bought some fruits, and I'm unable to finish them all. Would you like to have some?"

"No, thank you. I don't like fruits," he said without any hesitation.

Blair didn't expect him to reject her so brutally; she was stunned for a while. After a few seconds, she picked up a slice of kiwi with a fork and put it to his lips. "It's very sweet—"

Before she could finish speaking, his phone rang in the living room.

He went inside to pick it up. "Hello? All right. I'm on my way." Anxiety was clear in his face.

He quickly went into his bedroom and got changed within a minute.

'He's so fast. I wonder if he is also this fast in bed, ' Blair thought to herself.

She stood in the same position, lost in thought. Wesley rolled his eyes, walked past her and entered the elevator, leaving his door wide open.

When the doors of the elevator closed, Blair was still in a daze.

When she finally came back to her senses, she found that Wesley was gone. And not just that, his apartment was left unlocked.

'Does he always forget to lock his door when he's in a hurry?'

With the plate in her hands, Blair entered Wesley's apartment. "I'm not here to steal anything. I'm just curious about your daily life. I won't touch any of your stuff," she murmured.

Wesley's apartment was about two hundred square meters, much larger than hers.

The house was decorated in black, white and grey. Anyone could tell that this was a man's lair.

She popped her head into the room where he had changed his clothes, and look around. 'This must be his bedroom. I really want to take a look.'

Defeated by her curiosity, she checked every room in the apartment.

Not only that, she decided to do his laundry too.

She went to his bathroom. When she saw his boxers, her face turned red. Nevertheless, she put all his clothes into the washing machine.

His apartment was clean and tidy. From the look of it, no woman lived there. She guessed that he must have hired some cleaning staff to clean the house regularly.

Blair was elated when she didn't see any women's stuff.

She sat on the sofa and began to eat the fruits. After the washing was done, she hung the clothes and began to leave.

She picked up the empty plate and opened the door, only to see Wesley raising his hand to enter the password. She felt rather awkward.

Meeting his confused eyes, she didn't know how to explain her presence in his apartment. "S-sorry... I... I just...."

Just as Blair was racking her brains to find an excuse, a girl stuck her head from behind Wesley and asked curiously, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

He had brought a girl home! Blair was dejected.

Wesley looked at the girl behind him, but didn't answer her questions. Then he turned to Blair and asked, "Do you need anything?"

Jealousy flooded her heart as she shook her head. "No, I was just leaving."

After Blair went back into her apartment, Megan asked Wesley curiously, "Uncle Wesley, is she your neighbor?"

"Hmm." Wesley looked away from her apartment and walked into his own.

He opened the door to a guest room and told Megan, " You can stay in this room."

"Okay. Thank you, uncle Wesley. I'm going to do my homework now." Megan went into the guest room with her backpack.

When Wesley entered his bedroom, he could smell the strange fragrance in there. He walked into the bathroom and found that all his dirty clothes were gone.